different kinds of porn - photography, interiors, and baby crocodile

ah, it's that time again.
time to revisit stuff that makes me feel "naughty".
stuff that makes the world feel slightly
obscene, ridiculous, giddy,
and filled with secrets.

this is not porn.  this is different kinds of porn.

like the art photographer jack pierson.


when todd barket first came and interviewed with me,
he told me he was feeling a real "jack pierson moment",
and i knew immediately,
todd and i?
we were going to click.

the two above are from pierson's series of "self portraits".
not kidding.
he photographs other men
(perhaps that represent something hidden?)
and lets them represent himself.

this one is called "timothy's flowers".

for some reason, i am drawn to it.
could be that tim has been giving me lilies since our first date,
when he read about them in a poem i wrote and intuited
that bringing me flowers (very specific flowers, that is)
would impress.

the act did more than the gift,
but to this day, timothy's flowers,
they impress.

and finally, the glorious word art.

different from a jenny holzer,
which sums up a phrase that eviscerates our world,
pierson's work takes found letters and creates words or phrases
that speak of past promises,
or future intent.

i'd take any of it.  go ahead.  tempt me.

then, the shallower me wouldn't mind this:

pharrell williams' custom made
purple baby crocodile man birkin with rose gold hardware.

it's a "mirkin".

and it's FAAAAABULOUS!

or

a one of a kind motorcycle,
that i wouldn't even have to drive,
i could just stare at:

an interior
(i'd take any room)
done by classicist turned modernist
thad hayes.

also, i really like his name.

can't even imagine the price tag on that sweet bundle of serene environmental perfection.

and lastly,
i'd really like an invite to the opening of the new stork club in los angeles.
just 'cause.

ok, i'm taking names now.
who wants to join me for a french 75?