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…

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.

artist melanie bonajo unveils her series of furniture bondage photographs at the p.p.o.w. gallery. take the whole family, free nightmares for the kids! you’re welcome.

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 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.

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…

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.

creative bits asks the important questions, namely, does sex in advertising really sell? i don’t know, what do you think…