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Source unknown – Title Unknown (201X)

One of the things I appreciate about Tumblr is that in the process of seeking out things I like I encounter a lot of stuff I would otherwise never in a million years seek out.

For example, I have less than zero interest in anime/hentai. Yet, I saw this while scrolling down my dash and I like it quite a bit.

I think what draws me to this is the way that it’s explicit but not especially graphic. In the context of the sort of anything goes excess for the sake of excess world of hentai, restraining the typical insanely graphic depictions of sexual behavior somehow–for me at least–conveys a stronger sense of intimacy.

persistence-of-the-eye:

prvybbgrl:

When you go look at houses and end up playing

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I’d have dug this picture just based on the fact that it clearly implies things with the buttplug and wand but there’s no actual explicit nudity.

However, with the included caption… I absolutely adore it.

I did something very similar back in the day–maybe not as flagrantly but yes, I have messed around while out looking at apartments with a Realtor. It’s haute as fuck. Would definitely do again, given the opportunity.

Verbose – Upskirt on Road (2013)

Upskirt as a motif in porn makes me wary. There are so many scumbags with zero concern for basic consent who surreptitiously film women: submariners, Bostonian and this guy in Kobe, Japan.

At the same time, the women I’ve dated have although categorically being only loosely pro-porn, they have all been super into material featuring upskirt shots as a ‘plot’ point. (I’ll never forget the day my ex I and I watched a video with a women hiding under an open stairway in a shitty desert motel to try to peek up women’s skirts while she masturbated. (Of course, this led to another woman catching her.

I won’t argue that it wasn’t a hot clip. I was very into it–if only the actresses seemed really into each other.

Yet, I do think that ETHICAL upskirt is probably a sorely under explored vein of erotic photography.

For example this picture isn’t bad–it’s not compositionally excellent but it’s roughly balanced. Her not looking at the camera and instead futzing about with her shoe–distract from the contrivance of the framing. She isn’t positioned so the view up her skirt is dead center in the frame, either. There’s some subtlety operating. (Although given the composition, a wider frame would’ve be preferable to this narrow frame. I’m only not calling it #skinnyframebullshit because I have a strong sense that it was shot horizontally and subsequently cropped.)

David G. Donnelly (aka oberonfoto)  – Fiona – Nipples Clamped (2010)

Vladamir Nabokov famously experienced what’s called grapheme-color synesthesia.

And every time I listen to a record with great production and some THC in my system, I start to believe that I experience sound as shape. But it turns out anyone who gives a fuck about music and enjoys pot seems to have a similar experience.

I do occasionally have this odd experience of the sight of a particular texture making me think that I can feel it. B&W images of twill patterns exposed just-so they seem to have a 3D pop to them always do it. Looking at them it’s as if I’m actually stroking the fabric with my fingertips.

It can be more subtle. But it can also be much, much more intense.

Take this image:

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I can’t explain what it is about it but looking at it feels like my facial muscles are similarly contracted and I can almost taste it. But, strangely, I simultaneously feel lips pressing against me and the ever so slight suction. It makes me feel all weird and adlepated in my tummy.

But, with the top picture I can actually explain why it is that looking at it makes me feel like my nipples are clamped. It’s all in the color–the inflamed red against the peach-pink of the areola.

So I’m posting it for that. But it also reminds me of this post guest curated by my best friend. I get the feeling she’d really dig this image.

Source: collarblack

Chadwick Tyler – Ali Michael for P Magazine (2015)

I get a lot of guff from people when it comes to my notions of what constitutes logical framing decisions.

I suppose my two responses to that would be something like:

  1. The received wisdom that one needs to learn the rules before breaking them applies, and
  2. That I am aware that I tend towards dogma with regard to certain aspects of image making–so take what I saw with a big old boulder size grain of salt.

In truth, I don’t really spend a lot of time thinking about it. The proliferation of lens based imaging methods has democratized visual culture only insofar as anyone who can lay hands on the equipment now claims to know what they’re doing. In my experience, however, the predicted increase in vitality of work turned out to be a trumped up pipe dream.

I really don’t like this frame. It’s clearly trying very hard to seem like a shot from the hip, every second of living the hip lifestyle obsession circle jerk is pure fashion poetry waiting to be memorialized by a snapping shutter. (If it was legitimately that, I’d be non-plussed but generally accepting of it.)

I don’t like that this is so carefully posturing as that but it’s difficult to hold the grudge since the Michael’s pose is so spontaneous and clearly unintended. (The fashion/glamour everything that’s not airbrushed must go aesthetic, infuriates me.)

So I find awkward poses like this–when they ever see the light of day–to be endearing. It’s like an admonition to remember that people are beautiful not only when they are trying to be or not succeding at being, they are beautiful because they are people doing the best they can with what they have.

The pose also reminds me of another image I had saved as a draft but I didn’t know how to address.

Source: pmagazine.co

Source unknown – Title Unknown (19XX)

I could comment on this isn’t necessarily a good picture but at least the depth of field softejs in both the foreground and background.But mostly I have been sleeping like shit for the last week and am not exactly in a frame of mind conducive to critical/analytical writing. So I’m just leaving this here because I think it’s hot as fuck.

Source unknown – Title Unknown (20XX)

@knitphilia one of my all-time favorite Tumblr’s and one of the  the handful of the few I sort of know AFK, posted several years ago that:

Beautiful [A]gony was possibly the first (visual) porn I looked at unironically.

I suspect there are a good number of folks out there with similar experiences. I know I’d pretty much sworn off porn until I discovered I Feel Myself.

Lately, I’ve been feeling conflicted about even IFM. For example: this clip by Anabel. It’s definitely hot–I love watching folks give themselves pleasure. But there’s this one cut away to a close up of her vulva, ostensibly to demonstrate how aroused she is. It’s a beautiful shot and you can see that she is really, really wet.

But I feel like that localizes pleasure at the genitals. And from a standpoint of porn to which I’m likely to personally masturbate–I prefer something like Clayton Cubitt’s Hysterical Literature with Stoya (Lord God Almighty, the thought of her hands as she’s orgasming makes me get weak in the knees) or the above–which I love everything about: it looks like shitty iPhone video but with a little focus on framing and lighting, the aesthetic suggests a VHS dub that has been watched so much it’s wearing out; it’s far more graphic in concept than execution and the way she keeps masturbating vigorously throughout her orgasm is remarkable. (At a certain point my nervous system shuts down and I literally can’t keep going because my body locks up. The way her body responds is exactly what happens to me when someone else makes me orgasm and keeps going beyond the point where I couldn’t have on my own. It’s been 6.5 years… I can’t tell you how much I miss it.)

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– Untitled (2012)

This image doesn’t quite work. The swath of light falling across the back and the hard shadow cast by his hair, shoulder and arched back is freaking gorgeous.

This is digital, so assuming a RAW file (which if you are shooting digital and not shooting RAW, then like why bother), there’s definitely going to be enough detail of the reflection in that globe to pull out details in order to evoke a better picture of the room (a la Escher’s famous self-portrait).

And the lighting is weird. The highlight by his left hip is probably, what 5 stops over. The pool over his right shoulder 3 stops. You’re getting bounce back from that pool onto the surface of the desk and light ostensibly reflecting off the floor is spilling around under the desk.

Further, I really don’t understand the two objects choice–compositionally an odd # of things is almost always preferable; I think the left hand that you can see curled under the right side is supposed to balance this. It doesn’t and wouldn’t even if it was more apparent. It would need to be holding something.

Thus, there either needed to be a third object, the plant needs to move from his left side to his right or that black drape behind the globe light needs to be removed. Actually, any way you slice it that black drape–although it does extend the dynamic range of the image–adds zilch to the proceedings.

Source: Flickr / anilox