It’s a pornography store. I was buying pornography. — Homer, “Mr. Plow”
Greetings, friends. How I have missed you. In compensation for my prolonged absence, today’s post will be virtually devoid of educational content and devoted instead to the human body in all its crapulence.
NSFW. Combining his competing loves of photography and nude men, Robert Mapplethorpe over the course of his life developed a perverted arts portfolio that would make even the most seasoned Abercrombie & Fitch photographer blush.
But it wasn’t all young boys and cocaine parties with Andy Warhol. Well, no, that’s pretty much exactly what it was, as that’s what it meant to be a gay creative type living in New York in the ’70s. It’s certainly okay to be jealous.