"Forgive all those who call us strippers," Miss Tempest Rose drawls with a wink. After some sassy audience patter, she’s beginning House of Burlesque with a version of The Lord’s (or should that be Lady’s?) Prayer. It’s the perfect start to a show that reclaims burlesque for the act of female empowerment it should be. For too long it’s been in the hands of the male gaze, turned from satire into salacious teasing. But not under Miss Tempest Rose’s roof.
Check out our fabulous review from The Stage newspaper from our opening night here. “ This is empowering entertainment by women who own our eyeballing, rather than becoming objectified by it. It’s also a highly skilled piece of theatrical cabaret and - as the raucous reaction of this crowd attests - rip-roaring fun.”
Tickets for our run are available here: https://www.londonwonderground.co.uk/node/1118792