Esme Posen Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Born in New York to Susan Posen, a corporate lawyer at the time, and Stephen Posen, a photorealist painter, Zac grew up with his sister.

The neighborhoods here, oh man, each has its own groove. The Artsy Quarter on Cedar is drippy with graffiti, kinda defiant. Sometimes it makes me mad at the chaos, sometimes happy about the creativity. And you can’t miss the oddly named Zen Alley (yeah, purposely zen) on 2nd Street. It’s a shortcut to inner bliss – like, who even thought of that? chuckles

Zac Posen designs SF Ballet costumes inspired by views from his new Telegraph Hill home.