3 Decades of Large Breasts: An American Obsession/Is she woman … or animal?/Fascination & Indifference
“Women are always complaining about men’s fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?”
Jonathan Carroll
Some call it the American obsession, but men everywhere recognize the hypnotic allure of a large and shapely breast. In The Big Book of Breasts, Dian Hanson explores the origins of mammary madness through three decades of natural big-breasted nudes. Starting with the World War II Bosom-Mania that spawned Russ Meyer, Howard Hughes’s The Outlaw and Frederick’s of Hollywood, Dian guides you over, around, and in between the dangerous curves of infamous models including Michelle Angelo, Candy Barr, Virginia Bell, Joan Brinkman, Lorraine Burnett, Lisa De Leeuw, Uschi Digard, Candye Kane, Jennie Lee, Sylvia McFarland, Margaret Middleton, Paula Page, June Palmer, Roberta Pedon, Rosina Revelle, Candy Samples, Tempest Storm, Linda West, June Wilkinson, Julie Wills, and dozens more, including Guinness World Record holder Norma Stitz, possessor of the World’s Largest Natural Breasts.
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Russ Meyer – Vixen
Is she woman … or animal?
Download Album Link: Russ Meyers ‘Vixen’ – Original Soundtrack
Bad Girls of the 50s/All-night Joints & All-night Dames/That Cool Cat From Not That Far Back Wants Hotdogs
The TRUCKS that hi-ball thru the night!
The ALL-NIGHT joints of dames and java!
The rough-tough guys and wide-eyed Dolls who get their kicks from BENZEDRINE!
and saturday night drinks in bars where all the ladies bad dentistry/dolphin and tribal tattoos adorn tired flesh/dirty flat beers with the best company/but me on the sleazier side of drunk/watching karaoke kings and queens/once upon a time I was falling in love/now I’m only falling apart/as the doors lock and the kerry katona iceland treats come out on paper plates/tandoori chicken bites and soggy goujons/the dirtiest tapas you ever saw disappear with drained pints of stale lager/and we three slip away/a blur of taxi rides through the misty streets/into the a.m./where dark rooms shuffle a sinister cabaret of shemales/fags in drag/and a muted hard-on in my trousers/and I can hear the static noise of drunk in my ears/playground legends just tourists in this grim safari/too drunk to be disgusted or to get my dick sucked in the back room/she says she wants it rough/for me to pull her hair/and call her a dirty slut/but that nausea I can’t shake/like the dirt in my belly I can never throw up hard or deep enough to get out/and breakfast fried plantain with scrambled eggs and peppers/and that cool cat from not that far back/wants hot-dogs
so
we
throw
them
in
the
pan
too
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download soundtrack: The Fabulous Chordettes – The Chordettes
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Readers Wives Polaroids of the 70s/Milano Calibro 9/Cold Flesh the Colour of Potatoes
Make a date with the brassy brides of Britain
The altogether ruder readers’ wives
Who put down their needles and their knitting
At the doorway to our dismal daily lives
The fablon top scenarios of passion
Nipples peep through holes in leatherette
They seem to be saying in their fashion
‘I’m freezing Charlie – haven’t ya finished yet?’
Cold flesh the colour of potatoes
In an Instamatic living room of sin
All the required apparatus
Too bad they couldn’t fit her head in
In latex pyjamas with bananas going ape
Their identities are cunningly disguised
By a six-inch strip of insulation tape
Strategically stuck across their eyes
Wives from Inverness to inner London
Prettiness and pimples co-exist
Pictorially wife-swapping with someone
Who’s happily married to his wrist
John Cooper Clarke
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Milano Calibro 9
Milano calibro 9 is a poliziottesco film written and directed by the Italian crime film specialist Fernando Di Leo in 1972. The film is based on a novel of the same name written by Giorgio Scerbanenco. The soundtrack for the film, Preludio Tema Variazioni e Canzona, is a collaboration album between Luis Enriquez bacalov and the Italian progressive rock group Osanna.
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I Surrender, Dear/Dead Hawks, Prohibited Sausage & Cuban Cigars/Was it really so long ago that you and I sat together having fun?
“You wake up one day and you’re an adult.
And all the people you were just dreaming about have gone and changed. So you shake the sleep-dust from your eyes and you say, was it really so long ago that you and I sat together having fun?
No, not so long ago.
But life goes by in the blink of an eye.
Sobriety after all this time isn’t all as bitter as I thought it would be.
Recently, for a second or two I almost felt like things were okay with the world. Strange to feel that way, when you know there are wars everywhere, everything’s going to hell in a hand basket.
But still I must admit, for a moment, I felt some kind of peace.”
Michael Shannon as John Rosow – The Missing Person
Taryn Simon lived in John F Kennedy International Airport from November 16 through November 20, 2009. JFK processes more international passengers than any other airport in the United States. Contraband includes photographs taken 24 hours a day of over 1000 items detained or seized from passengers and express mail entering the U.S. from abroad. Over five days, in both the U.S. Customs and Border Protection Federal Inspection Site and the U.S. Postal Service International Mail Facility, Simon documented items including counterfeit American Express travelers checks, overproof Jamaican rum, heroin, a dead hawk, an illegal Mexican passport, deer penis, purses made from endangered species, Cuban cigars, counterfeit Disney DVDs, khat, gold dust, GHB concealed as house cleaner, cow manure tooth powder, counterfeit Louis Vuitton bags, prohibited sausage, undeclared jewelry, steroids and an ostrich egg.
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Download Soundtrack: Brilliant Corners – Thelonious Monk
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70s Porn Poster Design/Catholocism/Mr Wankee Man & Me
“I thank God I was raised Catholic, so sex will always be dirty.”
John Waters
and the weekend left me bruised and trampled/paddled by a mistress whose nazi uniform/black strapon and heels/thrashed me on a st andrews cross/and buxom corseted ladies put me in the trampling cage and sat on my face/and put their heels in my mouth/and next to the dance floor a mistress whipped admirers as they lapped at her little pussy through the bars that guarded her/or them/and I thought that whilst that pussy looked good it was maybe riddled with herpes/and my arrogant chin thrust out I drew the line in the sand/and she hit me in the face/and outside the human ashtray/whose burns and ashy grey lips/and sissy boys/where freaks and fingerings/slaps and shuffles/stockings and shoes/breasts constricted in corsets and me drunk/staggering through this/like a half-tranquilised kaiju/riding through the grim carnival like gidrah/stroboscopic lights/and mr wankee man/shuffling dismally/using the least amount of energy and movement possible to slap both thighs with a sore looking penis/in some ketamine disco jiggle/gold lurex leotard/one stocking fallen down/blonde wig and golden mask/but when the mistress prodded my ass with her strappon/I was weary of being thrashed
and
just
wanted
to
get
naked
and
fuck
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Buddy Esquire & Phase 2/Graves in the Snow/Old School Flyers
where junkies prowI, where the tigers growI... in search of that much-needed bIow. Where winos cringe on a canned-heat binge... and find their graves in the snow. Russell Stevens Jr. / John Hull
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Long Live the Kane – Big Daddy Kane
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Why Me and Greta Sleep in Separate Beds/In A Cadillac With Susan/Postcards from MGM
“every time you see a beautiful woman, just remember,
somebody got tired of her”
Clarence Sinclair Bull was born in Michigan but spent most of his life in Hollywood where he died in 1979. He was hired by movie mogul Sam Goldwyn in 1920 to photograph publicity stills of the studio’s stars. Four years later, when Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer was founded, Bull was appointed as the head of their stills department where he remained throughout his career. During that time he took portraits of the most celebrated Hollywood film stars, however, he is particularly known for his photographs fo Greta Garbo who was almost exclusively photographed by Bull from 1921 to 1941.
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Nighthawks at the Diner – Tom Waits
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the death of the japanese city/gojira/jack burton
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that; “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
Jack Burton
and yesterday couldn’t move/the gravity of the day holding me in place/ I dreamt that moths ate through all my clothes/cashmere knits resting in their draws/and awake to old rice glued onto all the crockery in the dishwasher/where the dishes wait to be washed by hand/ a thousand things to do/dirty clothes/dusty floors/hairs around the sink/piles of washing up all glazed in food/the sink blocked/emails/invoices/and I can’t face any of it/and aching sore from flagellation/shemale porn/harry s morgan movies/collette sigma/debora couer/trying to find something obscene and perverse/chasing the zero/ as if to shock myself like frankensteins monster with lightening bolts through my cock
as if
I’m trying
not to
thrash
some love
into
myself
but
rather,
beat
out
the
self
loathing
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photographs of nagasaki, hiroshima and godzilla post nuclear exposure
Kenny Powers Bedroom/Leviathan/Kerry Katona and the Modern Man
“during the time men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and such a war as is of every man against every man”
Thomas Hobbes
last night I awoke in the am/ the fear of failure/and desperation/raped me like a great big dirty dick whilst I slept/and I took 10mg of valium/and watched season 2 of eastbound and down and drank strawberry nesquik.
eastbound and down is an incredible show/and perfect in every way/it captures self-destruction, sleaze, vanity and ego with unflinching accuracy/it paints a portrait of the true essence of the modern mans psyche/the parts of us that we keep hidden/not because they are too ugly, bust because they are ridiculous, pathetic and hilarious/that without finding something to aspire too and accomplish/it is these characteristics that will define us/and we will all end up like Kerry Katona; bloated, soulless and bitter/flaunting her grim celebration of the human form in lads mags and asda ads/forever hideous/as if no amount of powder of cream foundation can cover/how twisted and vile her soul is/this faux fame without talent/creates monsters.
strippers and sleaze/cut in with drug abuse and indian midgets/a carnival pain and comedy and profanity/a series of false starts to enlightenment that go nowhere but down/a testament to tenacity in the face of adversity/of the inabilty to change/but the refusal to stop trying; the refusal to accept the status quo.
and to answer the question I think I’m an ass man/but for at least 2 days of the week I obsess over tits/and along with arrested development this my favorite comedy show/and I wish there was more of both/and I feel that failure /whilst devestating/is also kind of amusing/and we should at least be honest with ourselves about how ego-driven, childish, cruel, selfish and ugly we can be/and doesn’t kenny powers bedroom
look
like
the
inside
of
my
soul
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Louise Brooks/Black & White/The World in 2030AD
“There is no Garbo, there is no Dietrich, there is only Louise Brooks”
Henri Langlois
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Photographs of Louise Brooks, random black & white images and 9 illustrations by E McKnight Kauffer from the book The World in 2030AD.
The world in 2030AD was published in 1930, the year its author, conservative politician FE Smith (Earl of Birkenhead) died. Kauffer contributed these 9 illustrations to the book.
Video Cover Artwork from the 80s/Stuff Stephanie in the Incinerator
ranging from unintentionally hilarious to creatively inspired, from peculiar to just plain shoddy, the hand drawn artwork and typography from 80s video covers is tangled up in my aesthetic sensibilities and as much a part of me as Milton Glaser, Saul Bass or Eric Gill.
All of the above designers were impressed on me from an early age, but it was at 6 or 7 years old, wandering through the video rental store that I became obsessed with the salacious, sleazy and garish covers and the sexy/violent/forbidden/terrifying/taboo events that were promised inside. I would run to my father with a big clamshell VHS box in hand, and try and persuade him to rent Nail Gun Massacre or Death Ship, completely at a loss as to why he never wanted to watch such intriguing and sensational movies.
This was before video stores would just carry 20 copies of each of the newest releases and sold fucking haribo and walkers sensations, before they became homogenous, soulless and bland . Every cassette, every beta-max or VHS, was different, and it smelt of old cigarettes in there, and it was a seedy, exciting jungle of forbidden stories. An obese man sat behind the counter, all chip grease and pedo-chic, who wheezed at the effort of raising a B&H up to his sweaty face, and you’d expect to have found him in a run down sex shop, selling second hand wank mags, tie-dyed with spunk and curled at the corners, and marital aids the colour of skin grafts, and novelty condoms, and cock rings and clitoral stimulators that look like a tools to torture women who cant orgasm.
and I would have to stand on tip-toes to reach up and slide off the cases with my finger tips so that I could read the synopsis on the back, drawn in by the covers; all metallic tinted letters, meat cleavers, guns, drop shadow typography, skulls and tits; all painted by hand.
And
I dreamed,
that
one day,
I
would
be
able
to draw
just
like
that
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props go to Critical Condition Online for the images and for creating a virtual VHS shrine
Piano Necktie 