The uber-trendy boutique and restaurant-laden Meatpacking District would seem an unlikely venue for feminist performance art—the latter often critiques the vagaries of fashion. But the two worlds merged seamlessly for Joanna Frueh's one-woman show "The Goddess of Roses" at the Shelly Steffee store on Saturday afternoon. "I've always considered myself the cultural salon of the Meatpacking District," explained Steffee. "I want the space to be something beyond clothing." For Frueh's production, in which she spoke, sang, and occasionally sipped from a chocolate malt to set forth her philosophy on spiritual and carnal love, the self-described "anthropologist of ecstasy" wore a tight, see-through Morgane Le Fay gown, white pearl bracelets, and bright red lipstick that complemented her Bettie Page-like bangs. Her reflections on her dress at the after-party were typically analytical. "You can see through it but it also has its modesty. It's innocent because it's white, but it's like lingerie. It's this evening thing, yet minimalist." How does she reconcile the seriousness of feminism with glamour? "I'm not immune to the culture I live in," she said. "I went through a time without shaving my legs and then I thought, I've got to be real."