Sixteenth position from an eighteenth-century edition of Pietro Aretino’s I Modi, based on the designs by Agostino Carracci.

Ovid and Corinna
After Agostino Carracci, 18th c.

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May 29, 2009, 9:02pm

As I wind down from a work-intensive Memorial Day Weekend, I just want to look at a beautiful photo of a beautiful woman, here by Jakob Axelman.

I’ve selected this photo in the spirit of this.

May 26, 2009, 10:22pm

Sex chair (1890)

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May 26, 2009, 10:28am

Viva was an adult magazine for women, published from 1973 to 1980. It was published by Bob Guccione, editor of Penthouse, and his wife, Kathy Keeton, with content touching of topics of fashion, sexuality, female fantasies, as well as reviews of the arts and interviews with well-known personalities. Photography included full-frontal nudity, something we could use more of.

Little-known fact: Anna Wintour once worked there.

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May 25, 2009, 11:55pm

Gerda Wegener (1886-1940) was a Danish artist and illustrator.  She was married to the artist Einar Wegener, who modeled for Gerda in female guise until eventually choosing to undergo sex reassignment surgery in 1931.  Upon the completion of the procedure, the King of Denmark declared their marriage null and void.

Her life, their life, is fascinating.

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May 25, 2009, 12:10am

Bum Painting. An ongoing series, one of which appears in every solo exhibition of British artist Gillian Carnegie. 

She beautifully captures the vulnerability and exposure that prelude ass fucking.
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May 24, 2009, 1:48am

Christian Maury

May 22, 2009, 10:43pm

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)

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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

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May 20, 2009, 6:57pm