not ever one for subtle subliminality, ellen von unwerth strikes again with fräulein, a collection of smudgy black and whites and faded colors of impossibly desirable members of the opposite sex from mine, specimens so twirly, playful and naked that it is a wonder there were made from a vulgar rib…
this video for the single paradise circus, new from massive attack is really a short form documentary about georgina spelvin, a certain miss jones with a devil eating her up inside. the imagery is graphic and hypnotic. not sure it does the music a service but it sure will get them some press. gorgeous and quite nsfw.
vikki blows. is it naive to believe that i would be much happier with her than i would be with my wife? i mean, can vikki blows write contracts and raise children children? i’m sure she can. can my wife shovel the driveway wearing only mittens in the middle of a nor-easter? i don’t think so…
i don’t know why photographers and models always have to take euphemistic verbal detours when putting out product that should unambiguously be simply titled, heidi’s tits… who’s with me?! these tasty pictures are from rankin’s new book heidilicious and could just as easily have been a compendium of the klums’ favorite children’s recipes. which it’s not. thankfully.
we here at theaptBROADCAST are big fans of ms. vikki blows, even though we tend to believe that she is lying to us about her real name. but we’ll let that go because, even though we didn’t ask her for anything, she has volunteered to tell show us what day it will be for a whole year! and not a year too soon since, apparently, we’ll all be gone in 1012. and as we all know, the dead don’t care for calendars so much. was that enough writing to justify posting these photos? good.
ever the celebrity rebel, using nudity as a weapon, everyone’s favorite second wife is naked in purple mag and, apparently, loving it. very nice touch of keeping the mormon haircut while exhibiting characteristically non-mormon behavior…
one of my favorite things about the tickl magazine website is the warning at the entrance (on pg. 2) that “this site requires a certain level of maturity…” indeed, outfitted with more polaroids and poems filled with depravity that i would know what to do with on the day of the great flood, this publication catalogs private moments and contextualizes them within the instant format’s ready-to-understand implications. in other words, it’a dirty pictures… order yours now!
i guess i couldn’t exactly go the whole day without mentioning kate beckinsale’s latest bestowed honor. frankly, i’m a little surprised and disappointed that this year’s coveted award didn’t go to vikki blows. you know, her name is vikki blows… oh, never mind!
it’s like the people at british lingerie designer agent provocateur have a direct line into boys’ brains! i mean, naked girls and comic books? together?! who would have thought of such a thing other than evil geniuses with the telepathic powers?!
i should have expected this from lusty spaniards! out of barcelona comes erika lust (probably not her real name…) a woman who has been championing pornography for and by women for the past 6 years through film, books and conceptual projects. her latest, handcuffs, an nsfw clip of which you can see here, is a delightful mix of andrew blake-ish dreamscape and actual story lines. i think i’ll be getting my hands on that asap. get it?… my hands? on that? i know, it’s amazing i still don’t hold a nobel prize.
heidi klum continues to make seal’s life an easy one by agreeing to pose as the world’s sexiest pinups in a new series by mark seliger now for sale at guy hepner in hollywood. make sure you click the full size picture to get to the loupe. then use the loupe to study the pixels. i’m using the loupe. loupe. goodnight.
sure, it’s pretty easy to fall in love with agent provocateur but i have a current weakness for this kameelion little number… it has my parts all atwitter and my special design sense gasping for air. this is one of those cases in which, if i was to see my woman wearing this, i would probably be confused to the point of not knowing if i should study or fuck her. in other words, mo’ money mo’ problems…
this sexy-until-the-last-second aids awareness commercial follows through on the threatens the same agency made with these tasteful posters and piles on extra boob for extra comfort. edgy? sure. anything don draper wouldn’t have not? i don’t think so.
and today’s final item, since I have to go catch the midday sun to even out my tan lines, is the latest from joni harbeck and neil krug. respectively model and photographer, they get together every so often to collaborate on pulp art, a collection of shots reminiscent of quentin tarantino and oliver stone’s collective subconscious. the result will soon be in a paper book so save up for that. for my part, adios till tuesday, make sure you smoke too much and eat unpasteurized cheese.