If the Film Threat list of best breasts on film is in order they think the most drool-worthy mams on celluloid belong to Jessica Rabbit. This ridiculous and childish error aside, the rest of the list hits all the expected high-points (see what I did… never mind), includes the obvious and over-rated Scarlett Johanson (can we forget her now?) and sacrilegiously describes the impossible Eva Green as saggy.
Why am I blogging this again? Oh yeah, video clips. Lots of clips of busty women.
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When I found this porn magazine slipcover in a London store I was impressed enough to buy it. A wise move given the disappearance of the company’s website (bar a page for an odd product no one’s going to buy).
Designed to look like a physics text, you place your copy of ‘Shaved Asians’ inside and deposit it safely in full view under the assumption no-one you know is going to pick up a science textbook. So you’re stuffed if you hang with Stephen Hawking.
Who hides porn anymore? The days of kids storing magazines ended with universal broadband. This is an artifact conceived for a bygone age of innocent dog-eared spank mags. No wonder these guys are going out of business.
For girls it’s easy. If you’re cute no rules apply. You can turn up in a swastika print silk-screened in shit and people will still laugh at your jokes and buy you drinks.
Sex and T-Shirts are hard to mix. For girls it’s easy. If you’re cute no rules apply. You can turn up in a swastika print silk-screened in shit and people will still laugh at your jokes and buy you drinks. Guys aren’t so lucky. We have to try to avoid looking like a rapist without slipping into Hot Topic/hood of a Camero territory.
Digital Gravel are getting it right. “Sould” allows you to express a doubt that any of the ‘friends’ in your social network would take a bullet for you and wonder if there are any depths people won’t go to trying to earn an ‘add’.
“Kiss Kiss” doesn’t require much explanation. Fake porno kissing of the kind so many of us are sadly susceptible. An easy way for young women to transmit that ‘alcohol fueled lesbian’ vibe.
“Log paid his ladyfriends to smack their breasts for the percussive element on songs such as ‘Clap Your Tits’ and ‘Booby Trap’.”
Fans of Kool Keith, like me, need little more to commend a musician than a certifiable history of psychiatric disturbance and a fondness for tits. I’ve no proof Bob Log would benefit from an icepick lobotomy but here’s the case for:
He plays drums with his feet.
He wears a blue lame catsuit
He performs in a crash helmet with a telephone handset glued to it
Nothing further your honor.
His web-presence, which also has a hefty whiff of crazy, includes not safe for TV versions of videos for “Clap Your Tits” and “Boob Scotch”.
Kate Moss, photographed by Rankin, in the September 2007 issue of MAX Itay.
Kate Moss, MILF, coke vac, spokesproblem and pro-groupie looks so much better in her best shots with Rankin than she does in person, it’s hard to believe that the scrawny blonde you meet is the vixen he records. She’s slipping down the dead-pool as Amy Winehouse and Britney Spears fight for top billing but it’s still worth remembering this is someone who hates herself enough to let Pete Doherty detox into her vagina. There is no justice…
V magazine is one of the large format fashion/music/art tomes which have cleverly usurped porn and lad-mags as the best source for high-quality erotic material. For fans of legs (my hand is up), and lingerie (both hands up, typing with my cock) their lingerie shoot is everything Playboy wants to be and isn’t; non-nude, sexy as hell and artistically relevant.
The closest I’ve come to having a foot fetish is the creative use of an instep when positioned appropriately but this photo-story works for me (and by me I mean my penis). I know that foot fetishism should involve feet, but Bela Borsodi’s collages of torsos and pumps exude enough sex to make shoe fetishism seem like fun. Now the problem is where do I get the tiny women/massive shoes.
If you’re a fan of Petter Hegre, his wife Luba, well-shot, high-res softcore, or wanking - you can join Hegre-Art for 50% less than ususal until October 31st.
Did you know he spells his name with two T’s? Neither did I until just moments ago…
Linda Lovelace is, and will probably remain, the most famous female porn star of all time. Deep Throat’s the reason why and, bar Jenna Jameson entering the moon-high club on Virgin Galactic’s inaugral flight, she’s unlikely to capture the public’s imagination in quite the same way. Now the entire movie is available online at PornAwe. It can’t be legal and I doubt Arrow Films are thrilled, especially given the pink ‘download’ link in the bottom right corner.
They say the DVD business is on the ropes you know…
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