Reporting on a nudist camp is one is only one part of the story. How morning show anchors deal with that story is another. Ladies, start your double entendres! Bonus: Worst. Transition. Ever.
It would likely be full of tits and dicks. But mostly dicks. Lots and lots of dicks. And despite the non-stop pleading for tits, the dick-to-tits ratio remains alarmingly lopsided. This may be the first SFW Chatroulette video.
Archer, the show you should be watching right now, has a plan and sticks to it. A combination of quick wit, literary and pop-culture references, and a whole lot of bouncing tits and ass has kept us enthralled.
Oh look who's naked: Jesus Luz, the young boyfriend of pop singer/Crimean War veteran Madonna, has been snapped in the nude. Well, we only think it's him. 'Cause there's no head.
Some bicycle-loving Brooklyn residents are furious about the city's recent decision to eliminate a bike lane in Williamsburg. (It was done to appease members of the neighborhood's ultra-Orthodox community, who objected to the spandex-clad cyclists in their midst, apparently.) The biking enthusiasts aren't standing down, though.
This week, everyone was naked and fighting in public and also there was a book no one read but everyone kept talking about.
In The Last International Playboy, an indie film that came out last month, Lydia Hearst can be seen in getting it on with a guy and a girl in the opening scene. But because that was last month and this is this month, she's back with new footage of her engaging in a threesome. This time it's an American Psycho-inspired music video for Miles Fisher's cover of the Talking Heads song, "This Must Be The Place." (Huh?) But we can't help but be a little disappointed. After all, we were just beginning to take her seriously. [YouTube via Gawker]
The Way We Live Now: Free! The rich are selling off their possessions and "going minimalist." We've stopped building any new houses. Everyone take to the land! Nude!
This month's Washingtonian features a four-month old paparazzi photograph of our president in a bathing suit. This is apparently an occasion for outrage, or concern, or an excuse to run a picture of Obama shirtless.
For seasons, fans of Survivor have been awaiting the day when CBS would finally start broadcasting episodes of the long-running reality competition in HD. With so much beautiful scenery on display in every episode, what better way to notice new, unforeseen details of the show to appreciate? Unfortunately for CBS, their first HD episode of Survivor bore full-frontal fruit, as eagle-eyed watchers of this past Thursday's two-hour premiere noticed that hunky doctor Marcus Lehman showed off a little bit more of his own personal immunity idol than the network had doubtlessly intended. The unblurred wardrobe malfunction (courtesy of Survivor Sucks), after the jump (NSFW):
Over three days in June 1962, photographer Bert Stern took some 2,500 photos of actress Marilyn Monroe, just six weeks before she died. You know, the pictures where she's naked. The ones that inspired Lindsay Lohan to go nude for New York magazine (Stern shot those, too). They became the iconic images of Monroe, the Tragic Star, and Stern has been making bank on them since. Three days of work have essentially funded his entire life. And now he wants more! He's suing the men who ran the old magazine Eros, claiming he lent some of the photos from the collection (called The Last Sitting) and these gents never returned them. So he's demanding that the precious, irreplaceable photos be returned or, you know, they could just give him $700,000 and do whatever they want with 'em. Hell, either way he's asking for an additional $1,000,000 in punitive damages. (Man, 45 years after her death, the Marilyn economy is booming! Some dude in Australia just paid $14,500 for 2 1/2 minutes of Marilyn footage. That's 90-something dollars a second!) I think we can all learn a little something from Mr. Stern, who hasn't stopped working entirely, but cashed in early and never looked back (or, I guess you could say he looks back all the time). Someone will still be interested in hokey philosophical musings on The Hills in 40 years, right? 'Cause I don't have any savings.
It's sort of gauche to post a theatre "review" while the show is still in previews, so consider the following not so much of a review as a...um...preview. I managed to score a ticket to Equus last night, the new Broadway production of Peter Shaffer's 1973 play about the sometimes disastrous confluence of religion and sex, and the perils of "modern" psychiatry. But really, the play is important because Harry Potter actor Daniel Radcliffe is naked in it. For a good amount of time! Though I should caution that the nudity is exactly as sexy as the ensuing frenzied horse blinding sounds. It's not a gimmick or a parlor trick, just a way to communicate the raw bewilderment and wildness of Radcliffe's character, the troubled young Alan Strang. So yeah, the play about the nudity isn't so much about the nudity at all, rather it's an interesting, if curiously unmoving, intellectual deep dive into an idea of faith and science—reason, really—as two warring acts of the same mind.
Nude supermodel photo scandal lawsuit alert! An anonymous model has filed suit in Miami against Egotastic.com and Splash photo agency for taking pictures of her sunbathing in her birthday suit (NAKED) in her own backyard—"as is often done by professional models to avoid tan lines." Invasion of privacy and emotional distress! But who is this mysterious, super-beautiful plaintiff? She helpfully includes several clues [UPDATE: the case may already be cracked!]:
