The High Heel Race In The Nation’s Capital
Since the first running of The High Heel Race in 1986, it has become for Washington something like what the Mardi Gras is for New Orleans — a joyous evening of revelry. Drag queens as serious about this year’s get up as homeowners in Dallas’s Highland Park are about their Christmas lights, mingle — wobble may be more like it, as they’re not usually wearing heels — with frat boys who get into the spirit for a once-a-year, possibly once-a-lifetime, walk on the wild side.
Between the intersection of 17th and New Hampshire, almost all the way down to the Australian Embassy on Massachusetts Avenue, queens reign supreme as diners at the bars and restaurants spill out onto the well-organized sidewalks.
Washington is not believed to be a place where people let their hair down. It famously was declared a city “with no Left Bank.” And yet the real Washington — D.C., as it is called by its denizens — is of course a city of tremendous creativity, in no small part driven by a large and friendly gay community. The High Heel Race, though on a weeknight, was as notable for the families that attended as for the swell of straight couples who saw it as an extension of the Halloween partying season. Again, DC’s Mardi Gras.
The marriage theme was ever-present, whether by those who might actually have walked down the aisle…
Or those simply auditioning for a Crocodiles’ video.
The cops got into the spirit of things, even when propositioned by Brunhilda and her girlfriend.
And as the evening swirled…
A Venice Carnivale of sorts materialized…
And even those who weren’t quite ready for Halloween donned their gay apparel. But the delight of those stars who welcomed the arrival of paparazzi made this annual running of the high-heeled women a sight to behold.
All images Leica Monochrom, 35mm Summilux Asph FLE.