different kinds of porn (part the third) -

this is fast becoming one of my favorite ways to post,
a conglomoration of all the bits and pieces,
detritus and debris,
that make my eye spin a bit during the month.

how do you describe the visceral kick that an image or an idea . . .
that even if you don't know what to do with it YET,
you know, you KNOW, it's going to make it into your life,
your creations,
your worldview,
somehow.

it makes you tingle. it makes you anticipate. it kind of makes you want to store it under the bed and not share it with anyone cause it's YOURS (my precious. . . ).


but i'll share it with you. cause i'm that kind of guy. and i like you. 'cause you so pretty.

let's start with my three favorite covers from the "top 40 magazine covers of the past 40 years".
i have no idea how the list was generated, but i do love:

john rawling for vogue.

a classic crop from blue magazine.


and the divine linda evangelista,
on the cover of harper's bazaar, when liz tilberis relaunched the magazine,
and fabien baron was the art director.

i don't think there's been a fashion magazine as good since.


the next section is "things you never knew you needed, but now you do."

sorry.



this stunning bronze, concrete and ceramic fireplace. i don't care if it even burns.

i want to pet it.


the (they probably only made one, or course)
chain mail, sequined gold, "armor" jacket by burberry.


the marilyn minter portrait of stephanie seymour and her first child.
(how cool is steph. comissioning THAT for her first baby shot. i want a baby. no, WAIT. i want a marilyn minter painting of myself. whew, that was a close one.)

wait.

let's ratchet it up a notch.

fabulous things WE CAN'T EVEN GET YET:


hermes introduced it's new birkin for men.
you can imagine how this is killing me.
or how i would kill for this.
kill anyone. for. this.
(in that green/gray hermes color with palladium hardware if anyone cares to avoid the bloodbath. just sayin'.)


the yet to be released, yet pretty much already an icon, bmw concept coupe.
add a man's birkin, a minter painting, and a burberry jacket, and you're done.)

ok, maybe you're over the top, but screw it.
or the new tom ford shades. for four thousand dollars. because they're made out of babies.

let's detour to vintage porn:

romy schneider and alain delon at cannes.
(thehatthehatthehatandthejacket!)

muhammed ali, also at cannes.
(thetie!)


robert redford, lounging as only robert redford can.
check the shoes, people. AT THE BEACH.


ok, wrapping it up, promise.
what "porn" post would be complete without the requisite half naked men?

you're welcome:



some wwf wrestler named randy orton.
(or, a bartender at the bar on castro named randy whorton. i mean, same outfit. same body. same haircut. same "tribal" tattoo. not sure what to make of the wrist guard things. maybe that's what makes him a wrestler. did i mention i dated the captain of the wrestling team in high school? good times. where was i?)


and, some random boy at bondi. yes, kidlets, they do exist. they just don't eat, drink, or smile much. but fun to look at.

like all good porn.