Monday, September 17, 2007

Menage a Trois Stocking Fetish, Before Breakfast


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(via: our man at Yahoo)

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Design for Jet Sex: Jimmyjane + Tank Girl Artist


filed under: Design for Sex, Jet Sex, Sex Pop by Melissa Gira | 1 Comment

Envisaged as haut pervere for the globetrotting club set, Jimmyjane’s beautiful but improbably lithe classic has been given a cartoony facelift by Tank Girl and Gorillaz concept artist Jamie Hewlett in their new ULTIMATE MEMBERS line.

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Yes, it’s stunning, and a fashion-forward concept, very international media convergence, to merge jet set + jet sex. Will the daughters of empire be getting off with these anytime soon? At that width, they’d sooner be doing lines with them. Perhaps even sharing a set of six in a bass-throbbing bathroom stall, starting at just USD$1650.

(via Pitchfork, thx, Kent)

Monday, April 23, 2007

I Hate Hipster Naked.


filed under: Sex Pop by Lux Nightmare | 12 Comments

I was at a party the other week — the kind of party I rarely go to anymore, in a downtown bar full of hip kids. The kind of party with a camera set up in back, the kind of party where hip kids pose and preen for the camera, where photographers smile pretty and use every ounce of charm to talk said hipsters out of their clothes.

That’s when I realized: I hate hipster naked.

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I’m sure you’re familiar with the phenomenon: suave young photographer (say, Merlin Bronques or Nikola Tamindzic) hits up parties populated by the young, beautiful, and painfully hip. Suave young photographer takes “nightlife” photos, making sure that “nightlife” includes plenty of photos of nubile young hipsters in various states of undress.

I hate hipster naked because it tends to be coercive: a sort of “Girls Gone Wild” for the hip set.

“You should totally kiss her,” the photographers tell you, camera in hand. “That would be hot.”

I hate hipster naked because it preys on insecurities. You want to be famous, right? You want to be popular and pretty, right? You want the hipsters to adore you, right? All you have to do is make sexy for the camera.

All you have to do is get drunk and flash your tits.

I hate hipster naked because it’s exploitative: Merlin Bronques gets a book deal and all those hot naked chicks get… cred. Get notoriety. Get naked on the Internet with no payment.

Oh, and I hate it because it’s illegal.

A while ago (more recently than I’d like to admit), I found myself at Rated X (more naked than I’d like to admit). Caught in front of the camera, caught in the lens of Last Night’s Party, a single thought echoed through my head:

“I’m making porn. And I’m doing it for free. Fuck.”

Yeah: I hate hipster naked.