A gallery of my work organized by year.
(Warning to HR depts everywhere: The following article contains that most offensive of body parts; the Nipple. Please tread carefully lest your heads explode on the walls and your lawyers salivate on their briefs.)
Not since the great Nipplegate of 2004 has there been such a high level of attention payed to such a small thing as the current furor over a Sears website advert for their lingerie. Both Jezebel and Adrants are all over this story.
When I was a young lad of (mumble years, dodged dinos then, I did) I remember the Sears catalog. Yes, boys and girls, the days of the print catalog. Eventually my interests moved from the Lego and Tonka toys to perusing something a bit softer, with frills and sometimes even a hint of nipple or pubes.
Later, there was the Victoria’s Secret catalog and that holiest of holy books for a young teen, Fredericks of Hollywood. Even today, I find lingerie and sensually designed photos to be more appealing than just plain nudity.  There’s a story, a sense of personality, a sensualness that’s missing in most Playboy style nude shots.
Enough reminiscing about the good old days. Back to today’s world of the Internet. It seems the AFA and other such organizations are all up in arms about nipples. Again.   I swear those people were bottle babies.
Over at Sears, buried in their Exotic Lingerie section
I’m sure by now most of you have seen this article titled: ‘Should “Fatties” Get a Room? (Even on TV?)’ over on Maire Claire about fat people. If not, I’ll sum it up with this quote from the original article:
“So anyway, yes, I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.”
The author, Maura Kelly, goes on to a few lame attempts at justification but I’ll let you go read it for yourself.
There are some really incredible responses out on the net. A few of my favorites are:
“Who wants to see happy fat people in love? Not Marie Claire!” – Fatshionista
“What Was Marie Claire Thinking With This “Fatties” Piece?” – Jezebel
I could editorialize all night about the state of the fashion, television, entertainment and movie industries and their treatment of body types. A few get it right; such as Dove with their Campaign for Real Beauty.
Instead of continuing to wow you with my ever so eloquent prose, I will show you examples of the kind of lady Maura Kelly would be grossed out to see, especially this way; in all her naked glory.
The model, K’la, is a dear friend and occasional lover whose photos have graced the walls of art galleries, fetish shows, living rooms and websites for years. She is a life model for a local college and continues to model for photographers and painters as time allows. She truly is a beautiful woman, inside and out.
I leave you with what I hope is a very eloquent and loud “FUCK YOU” to Maire Claire and the editors who approved such an unbelievable article.
(warning: photos are not work safe.)