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Enormous clitoris crop circle appears in France
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crop circle

It sounds a bit like a riddle. What’s 400 feet long, French, and guaranteed to make a woman smile? The answer is this representation of a clitoris that materialized in a field in the village of Montferrier-sur-Lez in the department of Hérault near the Mediterranean Sea.

The image is the handiwork of two sexologists named Marie-Noelle Lanuit and Jean-Claude Piquard, and a protest against the taboos that prevent the depiction of lady parts in public places, esp. in textbooks, which, according to the two professors, become curiously euphemistic when female sexuality is the topic.

“The clitoris still has no visibility in biology textbooks,” Lanuit said to the Midi-Libre newspaper. “Either it’s absent or it is included but with no mention that it is the organ of female pleasure,”

Lanuit continued:

“Female pleasure is taboo in the medical world. Only the vaginal pleasure is taught where the clitoris plays a secondary role, with arguments that are often incompatible with anatomical data. It is sometimes named, but it is never drawn in textbooks in the complete form. In books it is usually presented as a small bean.”

Lanuit and Piquard were dressed in red to represent the sexual organ.
via Dazed

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The vivid erotic psychedelia of Essex House book covers
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Essex House

Essex House only existed for a couple of years, namely 1968-1969, but in that time they released over 40 books by the likes of Philip José Farmer, Charles Bukowski, and David Meltzer. They specialized in an odd mix of higbhbrow erotica and dystopian sci-fi, and although a publisher in the ‘60s hardly needed quality art to sell fuckbooks, the imprint’s owner, Milton Luros, was a former illustrator who clearly valued a strong visual identity. (Mr. Luros would also find himself defending his possession of a trove of sexy pictures in front of the U.S. Supreme Court in 1971.)

Sadly, the illustrators who did the imprint’s most distinctive covers were uncredited, so the name of the psychedelic artists responsible for Essex’s visual vibe may remain forever obscure. Their covers weren’t ALL of this type—there were some where the standard stick-a-photo-of-a-naked-woman-on-it approach held sway—but the majority of them were in line with the company’s eye-bleedy visual identity.

If none of the foregoing tipped you off that some of this might be NSFW, I don’t know what else to tell you.


More sexy Essex House covers after the jump…

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Brigitte Bardot, badass biker babe

Brigitte Bardot posing on a yellow Harley-Davidson chopper built by Maurice Combalbert.
It’s fairly well known that golden haired French film goddess Brigitte Bardot was a huge fan of the Solex (or “Velosolex”), a kind of moped/bicycle hybrid which the bombshell was widely photographed riding around in the 1970s. No stranger to knowing how to have a good time Bardot was also photographed tooling around while looking flawlessly beautiful on other kinds of motorized two-wheelers such as a Yamaha AT-1 for which Bardot did a series of 1971 print advertisements clad in hotpants and white gogo boots.

Some of the most iconic photos of the actress/model/singer and animal rights activist (Bardot dedicated herself to helping animals after retiring in 1973) and a motorcycle were taken along with a Harley-Davidson custom built by Parisian chopper pioneer Maurice Combalbert when Bardot performed her wacky love proclamation to the iconic motorcycle on her 1967 French television special Brigitte Bardot Show.

Here’s a nice selection of Brigitte Bardot looking cooler than any of us will ever look on various motorcycles, as well as a few where she’s making riding a regular bike look like the best time ever.


More Bardot on bikes after the jump…

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The ‘Cutting Monster’: Bizarre 18th century illustrations of London’s stab-happy lady stalker

A bizarre illustration/caricature by James Gillray of the ‘Monster’ (aka the ‘Cutting Monster’) assaulting one of his female victims, 1790.
Nearly a century before Jack the Ripper terrorized the streets of London, a serial lady-stalker dubbed the “Monster” (or the “Cutting Monster”) would attack his first victim in May 1788. During a short walk in the early evening to a friend’s home, Mrs. Maria Smyth had the misfortune to cross paths with a man who, according to a vintage account of the incident, made a loud, lascivious request of Mrs. Smyth. Smyth picked up the pace of her evening stroll which in turn caused her harasser to increase his lurid taunting. By the time Smyth got to her friend’s doorstep the man lurched quickly with a knife and stabbed her in the breast and thigh—something that would become somewhat of a signature move for the Monster.

More than 50 similar attacks by the roving slasher would occur over the course of a three-year period in which the Monster would seemingly go out of his way to stab his victims in the same areas—the breast, buttocks or thigh—after verbally accosting them in the street when they were not in the company of a male companion or chaperone. The slash-happy assailant also incorporated the use of a bouquet of flowers to conceal a knife which he would use to stab his targets in the face when he was able to convince them to get close enough to the flowers to smell them. It’s also been theorized that whoever the “Monster” was. he enjoyed slashing up his victim’s clothing almost as much as plunging his knife into their flesh. As you might imagine the incidents were covered by the newspapers of the day and in 1790 a rather terrifying and wildly out-of-proportion caricature was done by Scottish artist Isaac Cruikshank (pictured at the top of this post) and was published by S.W. Forest, which was based on a first hand account by three women who were attacked by the Monster.

In the summer of 1790, florist—and frequent visitor to London’s many brothels—Rhynwick Williams was picked-up by the Bow Street Runners (who were essentially functioning as an early version of the police during the time) on suspicion of being the man behind the sexually-charged attacks. William’s not only insisted he was innocent but was able to bring forward numerous witnesses that would vouch for his whereabouts during the crimes. As the furor surrounding the assaults had reached epidemic levels around London the prosecution in the case decided that charging Williams’ with “destruction of property” would bring the longest sentence—a possible seven years per crime. The destruction of property in this case being the clothing the Monster had such an affinity for shredding up while attacking his female victims.

The charge didn’t stick and Williams was tried a second time four months later and convicted of “three counts of wounding” which sent him to chokey for six years. Though the attacks all but stopped once Willams was locked up, he would continue to profess his innocence (noted in the 2002 book The London Monster: A Sanguinary Tale by Jan Bondeson) in letters from jail where he would cite criminal cases that were similar to the ones he was accused of in an attempt to perpetuate the idea that the “Monster” was still “out there” and that the cops were even covering up crimes to save face. When he was finally released Willams apparently married a woman who wasn’t afraid of sharp objects and according to historians of the case no further references to “Rhynwick Williams” were ever recorded with the exception of one that strongly suggests Williams changed his name to “Henry” so he could avoid further association with the Monster.

A strange depiction of London’s the ‘Monster.’

The second panel from Cruikshank’s depiction of the ‘Monster’ featuring his victim outfitted with protective ‘copper bottom.’ And yes, ‘copper bottoms’ were a thing back in the 18th century though they were used by women to ‘enhance’ their appearance.

The ‘Monster’ (now with three heads) attacking a pair of ‘old maids,’ 1790.
More of the Monster after the jump…

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Pulp friction: Vintage matchbooks transformed into tiny pulp novel book covers (and more)
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pulp novels
Jason D'Aquino

Matchbook art by Jason D’Aquino based on the rather terrifying looking cover for the vintage pulp novel ‘The Hungry Ones’ from 1968.
I’ve been a fan of miniature artist Jason D’Aquino since becoming aware of him back in 2008 when I saw some of his artwork drawn on the little wooden spoons that are included in Good Humor ice cream bowls, as well as his detailed matchbooks on which the New York artist incorporates images of everyone from Hunter S. Thompson to Alfred Hitchcock. Since that time D’Aquino has expanded his matchbook art (for which he only uses vintage matchbooks) to include homages to lurid pulp fiction novels featuring bad girls and guys acting as you would expect them to. Poorly.

D’Aquino (who also used his artistic skills in the tattoo business until 2014) has credited Maurice Sendak and H. P. Lovecraft as his inspirations. His most recent matchbook artwork features naughty pulp pinups (including Bettie Page), a few serial killers, Christopher Walken, and an incredible teeny-tiny homage to Gene Wilder in which D’Aquino managed to reproduce a sweet riff on the movie poster for the 1974 film Young Frankenstein, The piece not only included Wilder but also Marty Feldman (who played Igor) and his creation of “The Monster” as played by actor Peter Boyle. I’ve been lucky enough to see some of D’Aquino’s work up close and in-person and can safely say that it is even more magnificent than it looks on your screen. A dizzying array of D’Aquino’s artful matchbooks follow. Some are delightfully NSFW.

A reproduction of the cover of the 1962 pulp novel ‘Blondes are Skin Deep.’

‘Homicide Hotel,’ 1951.

‘Illicit Desires,’ 1949.
More mini-masterpieces after the jump…

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Disturbingly lifelike gender-bending mannequins
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Pierre Imans

Pierre Imans’ ‘lesbian’ mannequins that were featured in an exhibit called the ‘Streets of Paris’ in 1920.
In the early 1900s, a mannequin cost about $15 and it was around that time that Parisian artist Pierre Imans’ unconventional mannequins started to appear in windows around Paris. Imans would not only create the first mannequin of color (that was modeled after the great Josephine Baker) he also created a pair of lesbian mannequins (pictured above) that were part of an exhibition at the Moulin Rouge called the “Streets of Paris” back in 1920. While Imans’ creation were probably not so shocking for the far-ahead-of-their-time, progressive Parisians (Paris was the place everyone was getting their kinkly BSDM wear from during that time after all), they were still rather unconventional when it came to their appearance.

Imans’ mannequins drew somewhat from an Art Nouveau perspective and their forms had elegant modern lines and chiseled features. Many of Imans’ mannequins also possessed a sort of asexual look with the male mannequins having rather feminine features while his female models sported short masculine haircuts and menswear-inspired clothing. Even Imans himself didn’t care for the use of “labels” and preferred to operate under title of “sculptor” often using the phrase “Les Cires de Pierre Imans” or “The waxes of Pierre Imans” to describe his business. So revered was the Frenchman that upon the third exhumation of Saint Marie-Bernarde “Bernadette” Soubirous (or St. Bernadette whose initial claim to Catholic fame was seeing an apparition of the Virgin Mary eighteen times) Imans was called upon to create a wax imprint of St. Bernadette’s face and hands so that the body would not show signs of decay where it remains to this day on display in a crystal coffin in Nevers, France.

To enhance his already spookily realistic mannequins the talented French master sculptor would use real hair for his models including eyelashes and eyebrows, glass eyes and teeth made of porcelain. Vintage creations by Imans’ sell for thousands of dollars and even promotional photographs of Imans’ mannequins sell for a tidy sum of cash on various auction sites such as eBay. I’ve included a variety of images from Imans’ vast catalog (that spanned more than three decades) of his more intriguing mannequins for you to stare at while waiting for them to actually move, below. 


More mannequins after the jump…

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‘Thar She Blows!’ Amusingly illustrated ‘X Rated’ movie posters from the 60s and 70s

An illustrated poster for 1971’s ‘The Erotic Adventures of Pinocchio.’
I’ve seen my fair share of what your Mom refers to as “dirty movies” in my lifetime and I’m sure most of our Dangerous Minds readers have too. As I also know that many of you have a thing for movie posters it is with particular amusement and pride that I bring to you a collection of illustrated movie posters advertising various ‘X-Rated’ films from the 1960s and 1970s. Pretty much no topic was off limits back then apparently. There was even an erotic flick based on the sexploits of Pinocchio. Which I suppose makes perfect sense when you think about it (ahem) long enough.

One of the more amusing aspects of these film posters is the cheesy tongue-in-cheek copywriting that accompanies the posters that’s supposed to help sell you on the idea that the Erotic Adventures of Pinocchio would be a good time because “his nose isn’t the only thing that grows!” A few others are also are based on stories originally conceived for kids such as Cinderella (“the sexiest comedy of 1977 Cinderella 2000”), Alice in Wonderland or 1969’s The New Adventures of Snow White which I believe I’m safe in assuming involves sexytime with at least seven dwarves. At least I hope it does.

If you’re digging them like I do most of the posters featured in this post can be purchased over at Heritage Auctions and other online auction sites. It should go without saying I wouldn’t be doing my job right if I didn’t say that many of the images in this post are NSFW. You already knew that, right?

An X-Rated musical version of ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ 1976.

‘Cinderella 2000,’ 1977.

‘The New Adventures of Snow White,’ 1969.

‘Thar She Blows,’ 1968.
More after the jump…

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Your pre-debate musical playlist inspired by Donald Trump!

Hey America! Here’s a wild Donald Trump-inspired playlist that all the hip kids are tuning into! I did an expanded version of this on my Intoxica radio show on This should keep you in “the mood” until the debate!

And here we go!

More Trump-inspired music for all you hepcats and pussycats after the jump…

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At last, Salvador Dali’s insane sex-cookbook is getting republished
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Salvador Dali

In 1973, French publisher Felicie published a singular cookbook by Salvador Dalí. The volume was pure Dalí. First off, it was hardly a cookbook, it was closer to a visual mindfuck on the subject of fine dining that had little advice as to how the reader should prepare his or her repasts. It had visual flair, ribald humor, a contempt for “accepted” manners, no shortage of libido, and a heightened feeling for the absurd. The book was called Les Diners de Gala—Dalí‘s wife was named Gala, so the title means “Gala’s dinners” but I think there’s also a pun on the idea of a “gala dinner.” A companion volume, the comparatively little-known Wines of Gala was published in 1977.

Only a few hundred copies of the cookbook were ever printed—exact numbers are difficult to come by—but it’s been bouncing around eBay for years, almost always going for hundreds of dollars. We wrote about the book in 2014. Now, however, thanks to the venerable art publishing house Taschen, you’ll be able to own a copy for yourself, and not break your bank account any. Taschen is publishing Dalí: Les Diner de Gala on November 20, 2016, and pre-orders are available.

Here’s a look at the table of contents, which I’ll leave untranslated:

1. Les caprices pincés princiers (Exotic Dishes)
2. Les cannibalismes de l’automne (Eggs - Seafood)
3. Les suprêmes de malaises lilliputiens (Entrées)
4. Les entre-plats sodomisés (Meats)
5. Les spoutniks astiqués d’asticots statistiques (Snails - Frogs)
6. Les panaches panachés (Fish - Shellfish)
7. Les chairs monarchiques (Game - Poultry)
8. Les montres molles 1/2 sommeil (Pork)
9. L’atavisme désoxyribonucléique (Vegetables)
10. Les “je mange GALA” (Aphrodisiacs)
11. Les pios nonoches (Sweets - Desserts)
12. Les délices petits martyrs (Hors-d’oeuvres)

My French isn’t up to most of that, but, as an example of Dalí‘s humor, chapter 10, dedicated to “Aphrodisiacs,” means “I eat GALA,” so he’s got a reference to oral sex right in the table of contents.

In 2011, two noted Minnesota dance troupes, Ballet of the Dolls and Zorongo Flamenco, put on a staged piece in Minneapolis called “Dali’s Cookbook: A Gastronomical Inquisition” that was inspired by the cookbook.


More great images from this bizarre book after the jump…...

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Mind-boggling images from the ‘World Bodypainting Festival’ in Austria
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World Bodypainting Festival

Some far-out contestants in the ‘World Bodypainting Festival’ held in Austria.
So first of all yes, an event known as the “World Bodypainting Festival” is a real thing and has been since getting its start in Seeboden, Austria back in 1998. It’s still going strong today. Who knew?

Originally conceived to help draw tourists to the region during the summer months the fledgling event was the first of its kind in the world. Quickly rising in popularity by the early 2000s it was rebranded as the “World Bodypainting Festival” which draws tens of thousands of fans and professional body painters from over 40 locations around the globe to its new home in Pörtschach, Austria. Pörtschach is a dreamy place where you can observe the spectacle of beautiful people cavorting around with their (nearly) nude bodies covered in works of artistic expression that range from pop art and fantasy to other colorful concepts, which are particularly mind-blowing when you consider the canvasses they appear on.

The festival just celebrated its nineteenth anniversary and plans are already underway for the next year’s “20 Year Jubilee”. If this is your kind of thing (or if you’re just discovering that this is your kind of thing) tickets for the formal events that occur over a three-day period start at about $50 a pop. Tons of images from the festival follow, some of which are slightly NSFW.

An image of Andy Warhol (and I believe FLOTUS Michelle Obama) on a model at the ‘World Bodypainting Festival,’


Bodypainting by artist Daniel Pucher.
More after the jump…

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