Goddess Grace: From Conservative Household to Fetish Royalty

INTERVIEW with GODDESS GRACE

PHOTOGRAPHY by PENELOPE DARIO

A fetish visionary regarded as the pinnacle of luxury online domination, Goddess Grace operates with an unmatched level of authenticity.

Redefining the rule book of what it means to explore long nail and foot fetish with the provocative lens of extreme cuckolding, Goddess Grace transforms the most dedicated and eager applicants into properly trained slaves. PM speaks with Goddess Grace about leading an international stable of slaves for nearly a decade, and how her divine values surrounding intimacy pull her submissives off the screen and into real-life mindfuck subspace. 

PETIT MORT

As guest editor of this issue and an authority on all things gauche, how do you define the word?

GODDESS GRACE

The usage of the word “gauche” immediately makes me think the speaker is trying to elevate themselves by putting someone or something down or attempting to assert a presumed dominance in their opinion. I think flipping the script and using language to challenge traditional perceptions of definitions is a powerful way to reclaim how we treat and perceive one another. My application of “gauche” is used in an effort to challenge its very definition. Gauche is extreme, polar, and requires commitment to its form. I think that owning and exuding this level of confidence is a superpower.

What was your intention for this issue, and what are you seeking to communicate through this platform?

I have always been excited by the underdog, the outsider—the shunned one, if you will. I wanted this issue to lend voice and light to the disruptors of today's culture who fearlessly embody the qualities society is beguiled by yet does not understand. If there is a challenging aspect within someone, I am drawn to them. I love to explore extreme dynamics—whether in fashion, lifestyle, or cultural applications—and I think the more curiosity that is required to absorb a message, the more meaningful that message becomes. I like to think of myself as a cultural anthropologist at times, seeking deeper understandings of the “coming-of” stages of individuals. I, myself, am a part of this pack and chose to prioritize my own journey in self-awakening and actualization. I truly revere individuals who share that priority.

How has your personal style evolved over the years, from punk rock to mob wife?

I was born and raised in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles to a conservative, loving, and very insular Armenian immigrant family. As a first-generation American, I found the homogenized expectations of me within the private Armenian school track and traditional, safe landscape truly stifling from a young age. In my adolescent and teen years, I actively exposed myself to and prioritized my interests in outsider culture, art, and literature. It's funny because, in this umbrella genre of all things deemed “inappropriate” or “out there,” I found great comfort and inspiration. My family did an incredible job raising me with foundation and emotional security, but I had a creative itch that wasn't satiated by the safe yet toxic horizons of those smoggy L.A. sunsets. When I moved to New York City with $200 and a suitcase in August 2008 at 19 years old, I left college after completing a philosophy and art history course and decided I wanted to feel alive. Fear of the unknown drove me, and I was rewarded with one of the most formative times in my life. I was free from influence and able to create my own version of joy. I was broke and happy. I didn't care! I knew I was blessed. I have always been a punk rocker and still am. The fashion—with the plaid, studs, and attitude—sure has a vibe, and I had the pleasure of meeting so many influential punks, too, like my favorite author, Francesca Lia Block, of Weetzie Bat notoriety; Jimmy Webb at Trash & Vaudeville; Exene Cervenka and John Doe from X; my dear friend and painter, Fares Rizk; and my punk photographer neighbors on St. Mark's Place, David Godlis and Roberta Bayley. All these people and so many more I met and continue to meet share a common sacred thread—and that's the spirit of punk rock. That's what moves me. Saying, No, I want it my way and having the guts to take action is punk as fuck. I love Sid Vicious' rendition of Frank Sinatra's “My Way,” by the way—ha! Check it out! As for my mob wife style—well, that must come from my obsession with Eurotrash and Russian oligarch money fashion. I suppose it is in my ancestry, too, as Armenia is a former Soviet republic. This blatant gravitation toward the gilded, the baroque, and allthings shiny and sparkly. I'm sensing a theme here—loving the forbidden! My grandmother is really a trailblazer in this arena, with incredible carved wood furniture, gold detailing, and nude statues gracing the corners of her modest two-bedroom, two-bath LA apartment. Oh, and those solid gold picture frames displaying her five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter against her flowing custom window drapes—what a G! I've never not seen a tableau of fruits and sweets on her marble coffee table.

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