Callum Wilson for ZOO Magazine

Johannes Linder by Jolijn Snijders

Limited in his nature. Infinite in his desires

Donkey Monkey

The Vicious Kind

One of the best movies I've seen in the last year.

Ribbed

A year ago there was a band..

This time last year I did an illustration for the band 'The Mannequins', a band comprised of 4 male models (Ash Stymest, Jono Namara, Thomas Shickle and Philip Stakem) for use on their website, myspace etc.

Shortly after they broke up. 

Maybe I cursed them to hell....

Everybody Knows This is Nowhere

By Richard McGinley

New Power Studio AW 10/11 In Motion

So as I said in the post below, this is who I have been working for since the start of 2010. And this is the show.

New Power Studio AW 10/11

So I work for menswear designer New Power Studio and yesterday showed at London Fashion Week. Was an amazing show and am so happy to have been a part of it! Bring on next season!

Here are a few illustrations of some of the looks.

New Power Studio

too good.

Boy Man Love

Lyle Lodwick for the Spring 2010 UO Catalogue

Photography Marlene Marino
Styling Kimberly Bruckbauer
Urban Outfitters Spring 2010 Catalogue

Turning your labia into a yaybia

Lily D

Hackney wildlife

Take a look at our morning visitors, a nice change from the juvenile hoodlums....

One life for sale

So today was my day off, a day that I had prepared to an anal extent with endless tasks that would leave this space in my week under the title of productive. Oh how wrong I was, today was hella boring. Like even my lie in got screwed over by the assholes that decided it would be totally ok to have a snowball fight on their way to school, my taunts of shut the fuck up did little to destroy their fun. So I lay in the little piece of heaven that was my electric blanket dozing in and out of dreams about random but surprisingly satisfying sex with people I wasn’t even that attracted too. Eventually I woke up to our house cat shot putting any kind of painful ammunition at my face as he attempted to climb the walls of my room, time to get up me thinks. The massively shitty thing about not living with your parents is the lack of any kind of decent food, like I can’t even remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t out of a can and I've unwillingly become a connoisseur of our corner shop delicacies. This is completely self inflicted mind you, I choose to spend whatever little money I do receive on intoxicating substances and fur coats, so meals have slowly deteriorated to freddos (the caramel one’s I have you know) and twenty pence noodles. Anyway I started my day in good health determined to leave my house and do all I had planned, fuck that, I mean I couldn’t even open our front door due to the layer of ice that had culminated outside, my pathetic reasons for staying put were only cemented by the arrival of the postman and more to the point, the arrival of his ass on my front doorstep. Like he even had those special bad ass postman shoes that are ‘supposed’ to grip to the floor, my sketchy boots didn’t stand a chance. So blah blah blah cutting all my bullshit short my day basically ended up in me playing crash bandicoot for way too long, reading lads mags and deciding that I could totally get a boob job if I got out a new credit card, then being persuaded by mother that in fact there’s nothing wrong with my tits and I couldn’t afford one anyway, add this to a marathon of newly discovered seventies porno’s all whilst eating copious amounts of that froggy little bastard. Deep. Ugh to my life.

Your heart and Mine

Brilliant Movie, Brilliant Soundtrack. END OF.

Sex Ed

The days of females living out the whole pride and prejudice sexual refinement thing, are well and truly over, we all know the streets are full of women who think the fact that their lady parts are on show is some kind of warped empowerment, and we all know that’s bullshit, but there are a small collection of women who are able to combine, modern day sexual authority and feminine charms without looking like a total slut in the process. Personally I can’t understand why women who actively display their need for sexual fulfilment arises as a surprise to some people, history actually diagnosed sexual frustration as a disease that was curable only by treatments involving masturbation. True story.

You see during the mid 1800's women were treated for what physicians called "hysteria". The symptoms? Irritability, unwarranted vaginal fluids, heavy uterus and fantasies. Women were quite simply frustrated in their sexual release, all in an era when women were not seen as being sexual in any way. The treatment would you believe, was for the physician to massage his patient's clitoris until "paroxysm" was achieved. Or as is commonly referred to today, the orgasm. He would often dispense an apparatus that, although phallus shaped, was referred to as a therapeutic device. Perhaps the world would be a better place if dildos were dispensed instead of medications for anxiety.

Even before the 1800s women were finding ways to sexual relive themselves, the earliest dildo was found some 30,000 years ago somewhere in Germany and was double ended, possibly made from tar, stone or wood ( thank fuck for the boffins that invented durable materials). In many parts of the mid-east females were also fashioning their fun, this time using dried camel dung. In true blue peter style they would coat the d.i.y dildo in resin to attempt to block the smell during times of self - pleasure. Now putting aside the thought of Cleopatra getting herself off with a mouldy bit of camel shit, or Fritz Hans getting her double ended jolly’s from a rock, these examples of early sex toys are an important piece of evidence furthering the idea that females sexual needs are not a modern day occurrence.

As the toys became more prevalent in society, they were eventually seen for the sexual devices they are and began their decent to the underground world of unspoken delight. No longer the public cure for the ills of women, they did not re-emerge into the light of human sexuality until mid century again.

Today the varieties are countless and the camel dung dildo has gone the way of the physician's massage. Extinction. Now I consider myself fairly educated when it comes to sex, yet this has shown me I knew nothing when it came to the dildo, seriously the sex toy market is phenomenal; the dildo is the pick and mix of the adult world. There are harness mounted dildos, inflatable dildos, wall mounted dildos, steel dildos, even jewelled dildos, the possibilities are actually endless, I mean an inflatable dildo? Really?! I dread to imagine.

Yet it strives to prove our evolvement from the days of prehistoric pleasure or does it? I mean the double ended dildo is not something new, and even Shakespeare was using the dildo as a point of reference in his work, so why do we still feel the need to tarnish this wondrous invention as underground and slightly seedy. The dildo should be embraced for the wonder it truly is, if not as your friend as a historical sign of advanced sexuality, no one wants to have hysteria treatment brought back into play now do they, just imagine the insurance claims for massage of the clitoris due to anxiety!?

The Rise of Satyenkumar

As an off schedule newcomer you’d be forgiven for passing by the luxe menswear designs of Satyenkumar, his patterned knits and aertex trousers as admirable as they were, somehow became lost behind the rails of Harrods (of which he sold at for two seasons). However in the last few months this young St Martin’s graduate has started to generate the hubbub of attention he truly deserves. Nothing showcases this more than his recent Spring/Summer collection, based upon a Sunrise to Sunset colour pallet, Satyenkumar’s ‘kaleidoscopic’ take on menswear stood as a lungful of inspiration amongst the rather monotone daywear collections. Providing the perfect remedy to Spring Summer, Satyenkumar is able to combine lightweight materials such as tuille and Habotai and deliver them as subtly tailored creations. Proving himself as the forerunner for the sheer trend that looks set to fly this summer.

 Images from Dazed Digital

 

True Love

Just for the fun of it

I’ve always been intrigued by breasts and not even those of any sufficient size. Those wonderful nebulous protrusions adorn the walls of my room turning into an animated mammary gland land. Maybe its envy or maybe it’s just some kind of twisted admiration but whatever it is the fact remains that breasts are brilliant. Here’s a small taster of some wonderful titties.

Jonathan black

Richard Kern

Jonathan Black for VICE magazine