Christian Maury
May 22, 2009, 10:43pm
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One of my favorite art pieces ever is Helen Chadwick’s sculptural installation beautifully named Piss Flowers. Chadwick had men and women piss into snow and then created reverse casts of the outline of their urine streams. She made flowers out of them. The female urine composes the penile form in the middle and the male, the labial on the outside.
I consider them masterpieces. But then, I also consider this Group Sex Necklace a masterpiece as well. I suppose it’s the irreverence that I find genius and wins me over. (F/lthy Gorgeous Th/ngs)
- Kasia
May 22, 2009, 9:57pm
Betty Tompkins at Mitchell Algus (New York).
The photorealist painter Betty Tompkins has a show up at Mitchell Algus (through June 6) called ‘Fuck Paintings.’ Her technique and scale are comparable to the work of Chuck Close, but unlike Close, her work is rarely shown due to its graphic nature. Her paintings depict highly detailed close-ups of heterosexual sex acts.
It raises the interesting question: what divides art from pornography? Or better: is pornography a useful category to begin with?
Mitchell Algus, 511 W. 26th Street near 10th Ave. (New York)
(F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)
May 21, 2009, 6:07pm
There is something to be said for niche markets in terms of looking for lust and love. The personal ads in the London Review of books are full of witty, self-deprecating and bold calls for kindred spirits. A few choice entries:
Your buying me dinner doesn’t mean I’ll have sex with you. I probably will have sex with you though. Honesty not an issue with opportunistic male, 38. Box no. 1898
Poet, M, 32. My career demands that you break my heart. It also demands that you buy all the drinks and have lots of strange sex with me. I’ll give you an acknowledgement in my next volume, so it’s not an entirely unrewarding relationship. Box no. 1873
Your place or your other place? Woman, 32, needful of the finer things in life seeks stinking-rich bloke, 80 to 100. Must be willing to fibrillate his ventricles when he becomes tiresome or bankrupt or both. Also interesting thirty-somethings for illicit and immoral affair to be conducted concurrently with the above. Box no. 1597
A selection of the most original and intriguing ads have been compiled into a book: They Call Me Naughty Lola: Personal Ads from the London Review of Books
(F/lthy Gorgeous Th/ngs)
May 20, 2009, 6:57pm
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Flunk - Play
Such a pretty, uplifting song. The band is from Norway and the singer sounds like Bjork’s audio doppelganger.
May 20, 2009, 3:09pm
Agent Provocateur has done a sumptuous and enticing job in their video campaigns. A series of short, dreamy films directed by Mike Figgis, featuring Kate Moss appeared last year.
Their new video has music by Dirty Stop Out, a band created by the brand’s founder (Vivienne Westwood’s and former Sex Pistol manager Malcolm McLaren’s son) Joe Corre and The Clash’s Mick Jones. It’s called Kinky Melody. The setting is a pirate’s bar cum bawdy house, fitted with dancing nymphs in all manner of nakedness and wantonness.
It’s a fine preview to what FGT’s private parties will be and the vibe of the forthcoming Members Area. Stay tuned for more.
Watching the video has gotten me fantasizing about group sex. Some of my most favorite play experiences have been in rowdy groups like this, me naked and wandering into the arms and laps of many, many men and women. I. can’t. wait.
Full video on the Agent Provocateur website here. It’s well worth seeing the full-length version. If you are anything like me though, you’ll want time and space to masturbate afterwards. (F/lthy Gorgeous Th/ngs)
- Kasia
May 19, 2009, 6:24pm
Bathrooms in a shopping mall in Portugal outfitted with sexy women (only mannequins, unfortunately). I’d love to see a bathroom that had live gyrating women and men like this who watched me pee.
May 19, 2009, 12:55pm
And... it's gone.
That previously mentioned Chinese sex theme park? Well, it was torn down over the weekend. (Carnal Nation, TVNZ)
May 18, 2009, 12:53pm