Would the removal of clothing help create equality? Everyone is naked, everyone is who they are born to be, no hiding, no falsities, just equal….
Does me wearing me £80 Diesel Jeans, £30 Firetrap T-Shirt, £140 Full Circle coat and £35 FCUK scarf make me better than someone in trackies? Appearance wise yes, but is Jesus wore trackies next to me he’d still be ‘great’ right??
My point is clothing is false, remove these are we are no longer appearance judged we are characterised by who we are and what features we bring no the table and no our artificially enhanced appearance.
So I suggest naked thursdays, make it world wide, create equality. Reckon it will catch on?
Spark up the candles (or, you know, whatever you spark on birthdays) and get ready to sing a happy 34th go-round on this earth with lots of good wishes and eskimo kisses to the lovely and talented Milla Jovovich! One of my favorite Model Citizens, mothers, and all-around good-time gals. Keep on rocking in the free world, kiddo.
High Times, October 1994.
It’s your birthday; do what feels right!
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And we should really all say thank you to Milla for the memories. I mean, you do not even know how grateful I am for the huge folder on my computer, chock-full of amazing pictures of the girl. It took me ages to pick the right ones for this post.
by Ellen Von Unwerth for Vogue Italia, July 2009.
Besides screencaps from films like Dazed and Confused, the Fifth Element, Joan of Arc, and the Resident Evil flicks, I had to decide between photographs from devil-horned shoots with Ellen von Unwerth, topless shenanigans by David La Chapelle, that phatty spread in High Times, even … it was truly a challenge.
Paper magazine, 1994.
Man, this girl has given me some smiles over the years. Do your thing, chicken wing. Haters to the left! You keep on keepin’ on.
OK, here’s the thing dumbass Texas robber, you do not and I repeat do not, break into someones house and then strip off and have a bath in their tub! Firstly you could get Tinea and secondly the police are going to have to drag your naked ass out of it and arrest you.
My Japanese tipster, aka “the husband,” pointed me to this news story and these incredible photos about Hokkaido’s “misogi omatsuri” or festival.
I am not sure what the water is about, but it must certainly add to the masochism that Japanese are often fond of. Making this spiritual event all the more “moe,” only four men perform the ritual while everyone else watches them.
Sit back and take a deep breath ’cos we’ve got some SHOCKING news that will change the way you look at the world. Apparently, women don’t – that’s right, DON’T – find Toadfish Rebecchi from Neighbours sexually appealing.
“He’s absolutely disgusting,” bawled 20-year-old yooni student. “I’m into handsome, buff guys, and that bloke certainly doesn’t meet that description. He’s got no chance with me.”
Are you blind? What’s your favourite PORKING POSE?
“I like deep penetration, so doggy style’s a winner for me. And I don’t like wasting time with foreplay or anything like that, I just like to get right into the sex and go at it as hard as possible.”
Sounds good to us. What other stuff gets you grinning like a WANKING JAP?
“I’m an artist so I enjoy drawing, singing and taking photos – anything creative gets me going.”
Are you a PISS ARTIST, too?
“Yeah, I like going out for a few drinks and when I’m drunk I become everyone’s best friend.”
What’s your STICKIEST fantasy?
“I’d love to take on two guys at once. I’d choose David Boreanaz from Angel and another sexy bloke like…”
Toadie?
“For the last time, no!”
We tried our best, Toads, but it looks like you’ll be pulling yourself off again tonight.
What’s the sexiest thing a bloke can do?
“Dance with me.”
I have been out of contact for nearly two days now, and I thought I was going to lose my mind.
No computer, no cellphone, so no blog, no twitter, no texting, no calls!
I have done that before, but only when it was planned, this was definitely not planned! I had a small family emergency, so went away with no laptop and no phone charger, into an area that had no coverage anyway, and no computer. Just a landline that was still fixed to the wall…
All of that and no sex, and sharing a room so I couldn’t even take care of myself. It was a long couple of days I can tell you!
However, here I am once more, and I can tell you I will be making up for lost time. According to the met service, the weather is about to turn bad for a week. No chance then of getting that little bikini out and strutting my stuff. The good news is that Jise and I have both knocked off for Christmas already, so there will be plenty of us time! Oh yeah…
I miss the lovely and talented Bebe Buell, Miss November 1974 and mother of marvelous Liv Tyler, too much not to revisit her. Here are some of the pictures which I did not use last time, and fresh quotes. Plus bonus shots of both Liv and Bebe with her mother, also a vintage model!
Photographed by Richard Fegley Sometimes, when I see my picture in a magazine or watch Todd play at a concert for thousands of people, I almost have to pinch myself when I realize that less than three years ago, I was just a nobody from Virginia Beach who didn’t even know that there was a Todd Rundgren or such a thing as rock culture and the lifestyle that goes along with it. (“Bebe,” Playboy, November 1974. — I love that they did not even bother with a cutesy title. Really, who needs it?!)
One week not too long ago, for instance, Eric Clapton was in town for a concert. Todd and I were invited backstage, at which point Eric asked him to sit in. Then Mick Jagger walked into the dressing room, and later, when Todd was onstage, Mick and I talked and he said, ‘Why don’t you and Todd come over to my place tomorrow?’ His place turned out to be Andy Warhol’s summer cottage out on Montauk Point. And since then, he’s phoned several times from London just to find out how we are.
I bet he did.
I was turned on to rock ‘n’ roll by my grandfather, who played me my first Elvis Presley record. I went absolutely crazy! I was only seven, but I knew that from that point on, music was going to be my life. As I grew older and heard the Beatles, and then the Stones, my mind was made up — it was rock ‘n’ roll for me! (“My Story,” by Bebe Buell, Playboy.com)
Liv and Bebe in 1980 Just as we [Bebe and her former band the The Gargoyles] were getting ready to seal the deal and go on tour, my daughter’s paternity situation became public. And I had to really sit down and find that place inside of me that wasn’t going to be a narcissistic rocker and say, ‘Okay, what’s important right now?’ and because of Liv’s age at the time (14) when all this went public, I had to be there for her or she would have had a warped identity I think—what if I said, ‘Oh, I’m going on the road for two years, see ya honey. By the way, you have two dads!’ Steven Tyler was the actual father, Todd Rundgren raised her as his. (“Air Kisses for the Masses,” John Pfeiffer, The Aquarian Weekly, August 18, 2009.)
The rest of the quotes are from a very sweet and gracious interview Bebe did with LovelyLivTyler.com on the occasion of Liv’s 27th birthday.
Liv, Steven Tyler, and Bebe, 1996. Awwwkwaaard. There is so much of both of us and Todd [Rundgren] too in Liv’s personality. When she was little she stood just like Todd when she was “thinking” about something important. She has bits of all of us and then the individual things that are uniquely Liv. She has only the best of us three.
Liv, Bebe, and Dorothea Johnson at a Breast Cancer Awareness charity event My mother [Dorothea Johnson] modeled in the 50’s and had her own “charm school” for girls. I got into the business from some photos that my mom sent to the agent Eileen Ford. She sent for me at the age of 18 and I was off to New York City in 1972. Liv was born in 1977.
What I wish for her is continued true love, good health, a family of her own (grandchildren for me), a wonderful career, personal happiness for she and Roy, long life for darling Neal and for her to find all of her dreams. She seems to be on her way. I bless the day she was born.
Livvy, Mommy loves you. xoxo I’m so proud of you and the beautiful person you are inside and out! — Bebe Buell, NYC 2004
Oh, man. There is … some kind of dust in my eye. Very dusty in here. Ridiculous, all this … this dust.
Writing about giallo the other day made me crave some Argento in my life. I find Asia much more beautiful and darkly lost than her father, giallo master Dario, so I turned to her. As always.
“I can’t remember too much about my father until I was eight. Up until that point he used to tell me that all kids smelt of shit and so he couldn’t be bothered with them. I think our halting relationship started in earnest when [her mother] Daria moved me away from him so he became much more important to me.” (Senses of Cinema)
“I never thought it was weird that my father would have me naked and raped in his movies until a friend pointed it out to me. I was just making movies and never even thought about the possible subtext going on. Nor do I have the psychological tools to decode his latent feelings. Perhaps I haven’t wanted to either because it might reveal something I have no desire to discover. Is Dario reliving his relationship with Daria through me? I did think at one time I was only born so my father had an actress in the family he could work with in the future.”
