Rund encountered the erotic art of the British illustrator and photographer as a teenager in the late 1950s.
His idol, the subject of his latest book, is John Willie, considered by many to be the father of modern fetishism. Thank God for pistachio ice cream it would be boring if everyone liked vanilla!" If they were normal, other things would excite them as well. "But they only get turned on by ladies with big knockers. "My friends look at these cartoons and say, 'How can you get a hard-on from that stuff?'" he says. "So I get excited by high heels? And women tied up?"įor more than two decades, Rund has been publishing fetish art, books and cartoons in an effort to bring fetishism to the mainstream. "I'm not a pervert," the Manhattan-based publisher declares in a scotch-and-cigarette voice. Rund makes no apologies about a fondness for flagellation. Or that was all she would say after my jaw dropped when Carrie first told me about her extracurricular activities. Then she led him downstairs to a dungeon, called him a pig and swatted his behind with a horsewhip. She lounged on a satin sofa until a stockbroker tickled her Chanel vamp toes. Every day after class Carrie strolled down Fifth Avenue to a club near Wall Street, where she traded her sneakers for stilettos. She was also Carrie, a freshman from upstate New York who didn't drink or do drugs or sociology assignments.
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