Galleries and auctions are culturally irrelevant. NFTs are dead shit. Let's all go back to laundering money the old-fashioned way: trading soiled mannequin parts in the alleyway behind Chipotle.

Because we don't display urinals in museums anymore, the frontiers of art have moved into obscure forums where throngs of secret fetishists jerk off to thousands upon thousands of nearly identical images of quotidian objects. DuChamp wishes he could have seen the perfection of it all.

every cock is a work of art, worthy of being framed and hung

I miss 70s porn where every movie was like "come into this magical theatre where the mimes enact all your sexual fantasies" and also everyone had crabs.

Somebody give me money and the rights, and I will stage a production of The Bald Soprano that is so fucking horny, you're gonna love it, trust me.

we live our lives in translation, a constant struggle between expression and reception, the pretense of 'meaning' stilling our tongues and drying our throats.

You know that thing where your partner gives all the sperms a name and then you feel really bad about eating them so you just order the veggie burger instead?

Spermatozoa [2025]

Mannequins are Vampires [n.a.2025]

I like Richie Hofmann's poems in general, but I keep coming back to this final line about washing your cock in the sink. This image I've never seen in literature before, but feels so human. This thing we've all done, some time in the distant past, in a stranger's bathroom, dawn breaking outside.

A whole lot of people who claimed to believe content warnings are a grave threat to free speech are very quiet now that anti-capitalist / anti-Christian beliefs are terrorism, college kids get deported for op eds, and the admin is bullying late night comedians...

nude reclining [n.a.2025]

all used up [n.a..2025]

That's what I imagine for this project, anyway. It will be queer in both senses. And it will deal in fetishes, both real and imagined. This will be an experiment. It will fail. It will evolve. I’m going to have fun.

We're living in strange times.

Let's make some strange porn.

6/6

I think "arthouse smut" is the correct term for the photos I imagine. We all understand that arthouse cinema can be graphic or sexually explicit without compromising its art, for example. And "arthouse" primes the viewer to expect weirdness, absurdity, surrealism, flouted genre conventions, etc.

5/

I'm interested in photos which deal explicitly with sexuality, but are "artistic" in the deeper sense of the word. I'm interested in sexy photos which are about an idea. I'm interested in photos which, perhaps, ask something more of the viewer than simply to enjoy the body of a beautiful person.

4/

Ironically, imagery which falls under the banner of “pornography” is sometimes more conceptually interesting than its “artistic” counterpart. Some queer porn is both sexually and politically provocative, for example. And some fetish art arguably overlaps with the avant garde and conceptual art.

3/

A search for “artistic nudes,” or similar, invariably returns countless indistinguishable B&W images of conventionally attractive women posing in soft light. There may be technical mastery on display, but these images rarely convey any message deeper than “enjoy this beautiful person’s body.”

2/

The usual move is to bin sexual imagery into 2 categories: artistic and pornographic. Art strives communicates some message, we’re told, whereas porn only seeks to titillate. In practice, sexualized photos often qualify as “artistic” only when they’re conventionally pretty and not too explicit.

1/

On photographs dealing in sexual themes. A thesis statement of sorts... 🧵

Porn for a fetish you don't share feels like watching a David Lynch film. A woman, fully clothed, smokes a cigarette for 7 min. No cuts, no dialogue, nothing. And you start to drift, to contemplate the secret meaning of the cigarette, her hands, the white wall. Fetish art is the last avant garde.

Not me full of whiskey and reading surrealist horror porn in the dumpster behind Denny's.