"I'm psyched to be offering up this great release by local provocateur Smoota...who steps out on his own for a killer album that combines the slinky DIY funk grooves of Shuggie Otis with the offbeat, trippy psychedelic stoner charm of James Pants, all topped off with a sly pervy streak that winks toward Serge Gainsbourg and the P-Funk mob.... The twelve songs on Fetishes offer up a killer platter of smooth, laidback soul and funk that's slightly gritty at the edges; he's a skilled musician with the chops to pull this off, playing everything himself and singing every note, and his take on this sound offers riches that reward with multiple listens. It's definitely one of the year's most surprising records...and if you dig soul sounds that keep one foot in the pocket with the other out to lunch, you'll definitely appreciate what Smoota's offering here. This one definitely gets top marks all around from me!" - Mikey IQ Jones
Criminal (Official Video) from Fetishes
First official Smoota video is up and ready to be taken down by the FBI!
It is always enlightening to analyze human sexual behavior through another form (e.g., Fritz the Cat and other R. Crumb comix), so I'm grateful to my friend Margaux for telling me about these strange wooden sculptures by the great Man Ray, one of the most sensual of all 20th Century artists. Made in 1947, these figurines give new meaning to the term sex toys, and like the most effective sex toys, these are simple and elegant and innocent enough to not be recognized for what they are by your grandmother.
Keep in mind these figurines are married - Man Ray named them Mr. And Mrs. Woodman.
The art of eroticism lies in deciding how much not to show. Swedish photographer Eva Stenram plays with this concept in her wonderful recent series Drape, in which she Photoshops the drapes used in vintage erotic photos to cover most of each model's figure. The result is a fetishist's dream and an interior decorator's nightmare - disembodied limbs that focus the sexual gaze equally on the erotic and the macabre. Luis Buñuel would love it.
Dressed to Kill is a typically hysterical film by Brian De Palma with one of the great opening scenes in movies. To survive unpleasant, unsatisfying sex with her husband, Angie Dickinson fantasizes about touching herself in the shower while gazing upon a hunk shaving in the bathroom mirror. As she builds to climax, a rapist grabs her from behind, her shaving hunk unaware of the violence behind the shower door.
De Palma was never a master of dialogue, but his camera work is usually striking and his close-ups in this scene make it more erotic than Hollywood usually allows. In fact, he was forced to cut a few below-the-waist shots to avoid an X rating - something he fought against passionately but lost.
The DVD has a bonus clip splitscreen of the theatrical R rated version underneath the original version, pubic hair and all. It's enlightening in all the right ways, and the splitscreen is somehow more erotic than the individual clips because you don't know what to focus on (a sensation often experienced at orgies).
For the benefit of humanity, I've posted it - where do your eyes fall?
Angie Dickinson was 48 when Dressed to Kill was filmed, and she is the best part of the movie. It was exposed that Dickinson used a body double in the shower scene (playmate Victoria Johnson), but that doesn't diminish her striking portrayal of a strong 48 year old female sex drive. If more movies were this honest, getting older wouldn't seem so bad.