Samantha looks like one of the girls from Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” band taking a break to puff on a flower with her tits out. If she were smoking a cigarette, we wouldn’t be nearly as infatuated with these pictures (not that we have anything against cigs), but that flower adds an extra level of surrealism to this straightforward shoot.
Are you familiar with El Grace? Well, if you were cool and living in New York you would be. (We’re not.) Fortunately, all the familiarity you’d normally gain from a year’s worth of jamming and partying with El Grace can be gained by browsing Terry Richardson’s Diary, where this young model/musician/photographer/mega-babe is quite naked.
Danielle, darling, your freckles are the bomb. We’re also big fans of your inverted nipples, but dollars to donuts, we’re all about the spray of human leopard spots upon your gorgeous and angular face. Also, we’re all about donuts–having mentioned them, we’re now craving them.
It’s been quite a while since we first encountered Henrik Purienne’s photography, but we haven’t forgotten his style. Who could forget the sight of a hot semi-naked babe freakin’ up on an old computer chair? Not us. Not with our obsession of ergonomics.
Can’t nobody tell Rhana da Rocha how to dress. Yes, she is a model, and she has to wear fancy fashion items in order to make a living, but she’s free to wear things how she pleases. If she want to use a purse as a bra, she can; if she wants to wear her jacket backwards and show her ass off, then her buns shall be chilly. That shall be righteously chilly.
Stoya on the rooftop! Kimberly Kane trying on tights! Veruca James flashing her pussy by the slot machines! Yes, these are the pictures that didn’t make it into the special AVN issue of Hustler, and we’re just fine with that. If Hustler doesn’t want ‘em, we’ll take ‘em, we’ll drool over ‘em–and not because we miss Las Vegas (although the place definitely has its perks).
You want to take a shower with Meve, everybody wants to take a shower with Meve, but you have a long way to go before you get there. If you’re patient enough to wait for her to take off her various tops, if you can manage not to stare too hard at her tits, you still have to prevent yourself from being petrified by her eyes–them balls are aquamarine!
Hey, remember when we took a look at Victor Lightworship’s beautiful bondage photography? Remember how you wanted to buy his book, “Strictly Bondage,” but it wasn’t in stores yet? Well now it is in stores! It’s big, long, sinister, and frankly, a lot more affordable than most coffee table books. (It’s also suitable for placement on whatever consensual human ottoman or nightstand you keep in your home!)
We’re not entirely sure why this Remi Rebillard gallery is called “The Philosophy Student,” although we think the model might actually be one, but we’ve known a few philosophy majors in our time and this sums them up perfectly. Humans naked in a strange light, trying to fit themselves into uncomfortable concepts as best they can, looking through windows that are also doors that are possibly locked and show us more about them (and their pubes) than anything cosmic or existential.
Photographer Jimmy De Sana passed away over thirty years ago, but his work is absolutely timeless. William S. Burroughs was a big fan of his, and they even collaborated on a project together called “Submission,” about which Burroughs exclaimed, “My dear, its all so Christian and medieval and gloomy.”
Think about how far swimsuits have come over the years. They used to be full-body numbers you had to don in bathing machines before being pushed into the ocean, and now we have string bikinis so skimpy you’d swear they were made from guitar strings. What does the future hold? Look at Monika Jagaciak for the answer: tits out, suspenders up, sexual tension everywhere.
You might think Michea Crawford is being silly, but ask yourself this: if you get invited to the funeral of a famous modern dance choreographer who was known for highly eroticized performances, how are you going to dress? Yeah, that’s right, you’re going to dress just like Michea and the veil over your face will be swirled around like soft serve on the sexy cone that is your body.
It’s strange how sensitive we’ve become to things like this. Lad’s mag girls never show their bottom halves naked, so the minute we get so much as a hint of bare crotch, we’re all over it. Case in point, this outtake of Seren Gibson puts us on the road to
perdition pussy, and we’re staring at it so damn hard.
Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog? Let’s not cast aspersions on her character like that. For all we know, Lauren could spend her spare time volunteering at homeless shelters and teaching orphans to read. Just because she puts on a few jewels and shows her tits and becomes a lean mean mama, that doesn’t mean she’s Cruella de Vil.
What does it take to make a sexy spread such as this? Not much: some dramatic makeup, a woman in charge of her own body, a few gestures that signify independence while also suggesting an absurd damsel-in-distressness. Eliza Sys could probably get in a sexy state no matter what she’s up to, but this gallery is over the top hot thanks to a special secret ingredient: Pierre Dal Corso!
Do you ever find that you’re so tired, all you want to do is check into the nearest hotel and pass out naked on their clean sheets? It doesn’t matter if you’re in your hometown, you need the isolation, the anonymity, the strange whiff of shared sexuality that a hotel room offers. We need to believe we’re in a place where Cecilie has shrugged off her drowsiness with her nipples erect the whole time.
You know what? Everybody deals with chairs and tables differently and at different paces, and Polina has to do what she has to do. If she has to get totally naked and grind up on furniture until she figures it out or gets too full of splinters to keep trying, then gosh darnit, we’re going to watch. We owe that to her.
Truth be told, her steely gaze doesn’t make us feel all that welcome (nor does her Steely Dan), but those marvelous nipples of hers are skeleton keys that flip all the pins and shake every tumbler in our hearts. You could say that we’re suckers for puffy nipples, but that wouldn’t be quite right. We’re suckers of puffy nipples, ideally.
We love tide pools! They’re tiny, rich, isolated worlds that come alive with the rhythm of the waves–just like Miranda Kerr. She might not have sea anemones and hermit crabs scuttling around her, but she still makes a very important dent in the sand, and we’d love to dip our hands into her cool, refreshing, educational waters.
We’ve seen flowers that look like vulvas, vulvas that look like flowers, and vegetables that are jealous of flowers, but graphic designer/photographer/student Andri Kolava has finally given us something new: a pussy adorned/stuffed with flowers. Or maybe these are flowers stuffed with other flowers, or simply sex organs of one lifeform blended with those of another, we’ve lost track.