Slutever Searches for Glamour and Give Us
Everything
Images taken from Slutever
I
have no clue how I got there, but I found Karley Sciortino’s online masterpiece
for Vice Magazine, Slutever. Holy Shit. Whaaaaaaa, a commenter
says, “vagspiration” and I totally agree. Stinging sarcasm leaks from the ode
to Sex in the City web-a-sode that drops everything Samantha couldn’t have said
and maybe didn’t even know about, at your desk and demands you admit that maybe
you weren’t as “wild” as you thought you were. This little piece of heaven
gives us another reason to be thankful for Internet self-starters.
Also,
Sciortino’s blog announces she’ll be writing an advice column for Jezebel. Um,
thank you, because I would absolutly love to see more.I find her advice to be pleasantly practical,
humorous, and not what I expected to hear, which keeps me reading. For example,
a concerned reader wrote asking about shaving her special, feminine areas.
Sciortino wrote:
Don't
shave. Shaving is for girls in spaghetti strap tank tops who love tanning and
have that mysterious type of hair that's like vaguely crunchy but also somehow
permanently wet?? (How the fuck do they do that by the way?) Seriously, every
time I see a completely shaved vaj all I can think about is the skin on an
uncooked chicken leg—you know what I mean? Like all fleshy and raw, and covered
in little bumps. That is not glamorous. When a guy looks at your vagina you
want him to be thinking about a mysterious cave of unknown pleasures, not how
good it would taste with BBQ sauce.
The
rest of this post is just as good, unless of course you are totally offended by
this. In which case, I have to ask, Aren't there bigger fish to fry than a little bush?
Moving
on, the show I’m posting here “Sex is Fashion” where Sciortino embarks on a
quest for glamour, and the all important and illusive tips on how to have sex
with the male models at fashion week. She interviews glam expert, Sophia Lamar
to get the low down on all of the required etiquette needed to be a proper glam
princess. If you have a minute I’d watch it, watch the whole damn thing, I defiantly
had some Laughs Out Loud. If you love inappropriate humor, served to you fresh
by a quick witted woman, you’ll love this.
Here's the trailer for the series, but follow the link below or click here to watch the video of Vice's page.
I cannot
remember the first time I heard people talking about Azealia Banks. I feel like
she crept up on me and hypnotized me with her “why you do that do that do do that that that?” rapid, sharp lyrics.
To be quite honest, I often think of my circle of amazing friends as being made
up of a collage of misfits. Too cool, smart, weird, unique, or bold for the
average populace, that being said, I heard
people talking about her, but it took me a while to sit down and look her up
for myself. But the first time I watched Banks kill it, in some sort of low budget
masterpiece posted up on YouTube, I was totally, unequivocally, hooked.
Obsessed even. (Not all of her videos seem questionably low-budget, however, I find those films with debatable quality to add to her appeal. I imagine Banks is highly involved in the development of her image, with her
own direction and styling, therefore freaking
wonderfully perfect.)
I love how the cowboy hat keep making an appearance. Watch Luxury below. Oh and those gloves are bad!
She has, in my opinion, the ultimate potential to be everything ever needed in a black, female, hip-hop icon. I mean, she’s political, or gasp, has an opinion! She’s young, energetic, headstrong, and hopefully uninvolved in the bullshit politics of the record industry. Her style is courageous, distinctive, and fresh. Further, she seems to be happy to do her own thing. Mixing a sort of low budget DIY aesthetic with gay-glam, hood, high-fashion and girly charm and turning it into a witty mash that is uniquely her own. I am so excited by what she has to offer. It is refreshing from the used-up, sold-out, high gloss options we currently have in the main stream; that frankly are so predictable and laughable even, they belong on Saturday Night Live.
She was recently the cover story for Spin Magazine, where she is quoted saying,
“I feel like the rest of the music world has moved with culture, […] the hip-hop world is moving, too, but it’s moving in parts. The core of it is still stuck, you know?”
Ah, yeah, I do. And based on conversations I've had, and read in the blog-sphere and chat forms, anyone mildly concerned with social issues with a love for music does too. It did not escape my notice that Spin categorizes her as a “Pop” artist despite the fact that if she had some blonde or platinum tracks, was featured as some gross, rap man’s video bozo, and of course, less clothes (while also gyrating, how could I forget?) she’d be and emerging Hip-Hop, “Barbie-princess” candidate. (Like we really need more of those.) So maybe it is best to forgo the comparisons, because Banks really is in her own category. But to be frank, if Banks has to fall into the class of “Pop” in order to have commercial success while not fading into some overdone category, I think we’ll all happily take it. I find her to be a desperately needed addition to our popular culture’s creative portfolio. Long live Azealia Banks!
"Liquorice"
"1991"
"Atlantis"
"Luxury"
Links:
* Last.fm-You can listen to music and watch videos here.
