Liz Goldwyn

erotica

text by STEPHEN TODD
photography TODD COLE

 

You’re standing poolside at one of those improbably cool L.A. cocktail parties. A woman walks in with what looks like a blue vagina hanging from a rusty chain around her neck. What do you think? She’s a feminist provocatrice? An artist? Just some whacko who happened to be driving by and dropped in for a quick drink?

In all likelihood, she’s a little bit of all the above. But one thing’s for sure: she’s got balls, taste with-a-capital-T, and a budget as big as the Ritz. And she’s been shopping at Barneys or Colette. With a bit of luck she might even be Liz Goldwyn herself, the creator of said libidinous bijoux.

You won’t need an intro-duction. Tall, rangy, impossibly pale (for L.A. anyway) with wide vermillion lips that form twisted loops when she smiles, Goldwyn is one member of Hollywood…