The Cam Girl Coach
Whatever Floats Your Boat
Image credit: Sean & Seng
Mr. Weiner
A.O. Scott has a short sort of preview review of "Weiner," the upcoming doc about Anthony Weiner and what the hell goes on inside his head:
"In 2013, as he tried to rehabilitate himself with a run for mayor of New York City, he invited the documentary filmmakers Josh Kriegman and Elyse Steinberg to observe his campaign. They recorded his further self-immolation, and the resulting film has a queasy irresistibility, even as it remains a bit coy about its own motives."
[NYT]
This Is Insane
[via This Isn't Happiness]
Leg
"POP * 2010 w the divine @anja_rubik * A @louisvuitton Special * @thepopmag * Shot at my favorite motel in Wollongong * #anjarubik #popmagazine..."
Photo by Emma Summerton.
The Life of a Journo on the Sex Beat
Hulk v Gawk Ad Nauseum
Image via Dawn Embers -- and, ah, that's Stewart
Now that this stage of Hulk v Gawk is over, some folks have finally written some stuff worth reading.
Definitely check out Noah Feldman's take on Bloomberg View:
Hogan offered the highly original argument to the jury that his public persona and his private one could be divorced, so that his public statements were irrelevant. But although this argument may possibly say something about the inner life of celebrities, it isn’t one the First Amendment would allow. Public figures can’t escape their special constitutional status by saying that deep down, they’re really shy.
Denton himself just dropped a truth bomb at Gawker:
Hogan’s attorneys played this state circuit court trial as a popularity contest between the local celebrity and the miscreants from New York. It was as staged as a professional wrestling bout, with victory of the crowd favorite over the “deviant” bloggers—who were held responsible for internet pornography, the dangers of search engines to children, and the indecency of what Hogan’s attorney Ken Turkel described as “Fifth Avenue” publishers—ordained from the start. It was a classic obscenity trial disguised as a test of a person’s right to privacy.
As usual, Penenberg has an interesting point to consider, which he parses on Twitter:
The NYT chats up legal scholars on the matter and John Herrman whines annoyingly:
In the last few years, digital news sites with ambition — even the ones, like Gawker, that had originally hailed themselves as being anti-establishment — have undergone something of a self-correction. Vivid videos of random bedroom romps are out; a little bit of privacy is in.
I'll offer my view tomorrow.
19:22
Guns 'n' Porn
Watch out for those porn stars' shoulders, Rep!
[Rep. Brandon Phelps’ campaign] expenditures in 2015 included a $1,100 donation to the Central Florida Shootout, a fishing tournament in the Sunshine State. He said in an interview that he did not attend the tournament. He spent time at Lake of the Ozarks last summer and also went to Las Vegas in January 2015 to attend the Shot Show, a gun exposition. The tab for his stay at the Hard Rock Hotel during the gun show came to $1,340. Coincidentally or not, Adult Video News was holding its annual adult entertainment convention, which draws crowds of porn stars and their fans, at the Hard Rock at the same time as the gun show was in town.
Phelps said that the National Rifle Association arranged for his lodging and that he did not rub shoulders with porn stars. He says that he checked out when he discovered that porn stars were coming.
“When I heard that, I left early,” Phelps says. “They (the porn convention) came in the day after I left, supposedly. I was not there. God knows that I was not.”
Cool Resume, Bro
Slick
"more monday looks with @paolofanoli"
Image by Ryan Pfluger.
Believe Your Eyes
SXSW + VR + pr0n =
Image via FFFFOUND!
At the moment, virtual reality porn is largely aimed at heterosexual men. Dinorah Hernandez, the content manager for BaDoinkVR, a subscription site which includes virtual reality scenes, says that she soon discovered that users of the site did not want the male actor to make any sounds, or to touch the female actor, the better to preserve the illusion that she is having sex with them. “People are requesting less sexual positions and more eye contact and dirty talk and being close to the camera,” she said.
However, her fellow industry insiders agreed that as VR grows in popularity, porn will be made aimed at female and gay audiences. “The market is males,” said Hernandez. “We have released scenes from female perspective, and got a bashing because it’s a ‘gay scene’. But one user said his wife enjoyed it.”
Pool Party
Image credit: Jean Pigozzi
The WSJ has a cool profile of Jean Pigozzi and his pool parties:
Everyone, it seems, came for a swim. Elizabeth Taylor visited in 1993, and "after like three minutes she said, 'Mr. Pigozzi, are you going to buy me a diamond?' I said, 'Why?'" he recalls. "She said, 'I ask every man I meet to buy me a diamond. And sometimes it works.''
[WSJ]
That Guy
The Other Hollywood
Image via HollywoodSign.org
Zak Smith wrote a piece about James Deen:
Multiple sources confirm that James Deen has a piano he doesn’t know how to play and it smells like pee. He has it so he can shoot classy-looking pornography in his house. It smells like that because a MILF (or at least a MJDLF) peed in it over a year ago.
[Medium]
Bangin'
"Tokyo street style stars opt for bold outerwear. See more photos by @BleuMode on wmag.com."
[via W Magazine]
No.
Too Naked for the Nazis
Wilson, Keppel and Betty: Too Naked for the Nazis has won the Diagram Prize, awarded to the book of the year with the oddest title.
The Telegraph explains:
Too Naked for the Nazis tells the story of how the musical act of Jack Wilson, Joe Keppel and the American Betty Knox, infuriated the Nazi's propaganda chief, Joseph Goebbels, when they performed their famous Egyptian sand dance in Berlin before the war. The trio went on to inspire Morecambe and Wise and the Chuckle Brothers.
Mr Stafford said: “A good title not only tells the public what the book’s about, sometimes it tells the author too! Too Naked for the Nazis pinpoints the central event of my book—when a pair of comedy Egyptian sand dancers incurred the wrath of the Nazi high command by a blatant exposure of hairy legs. It was when the title started provoking more comment than the book that I began to appreciate its worth.
Carol the Movie
I watched "Carol" yesterday because lesbians, Cate Blanchett, and Todd Haynes ("Safe," "Superstar," "Far from Heaven"). It reminded me a bit of "High Art" because lesbians, photography, road trip ("High Art" is better). The acting, eyebrows of Rooney Mara, and wardrobe are all impeccable. Like many of the other films by Haynes that I've seen, there's a simmering, brooding tension and weirdly compelling artifice. Here, I felt, it doesn't quite work. There's just something cold and heatless -- other than that one sex scene -- about it; like, it never fully flowers. But maybe that's the point. After all their love isn't easy. Maybe the movie shouldn't be.