Photography by Herring & Herring for Z!nk Magazine. Style by Mykel C. Smith and Katie Collins (reblogged from Haute Macabre, a blog worth following!)

Just found a quite nice bondage shirt by A.P.C.

Ron Pippin’s website

I am going to jump kick your face and then kiss it.

I have been practicing my jump kicks every day.

I have been practicing my jump kicks at least three or four times a day.

That means I have performed more jump kicks than the average human.

That means when I jump kick your face you will notice the power.

That means when I jump kick your face, it will mean more than if someone else did it.

After I jump kick your face I will kiss it.

There will be many kisses—an amount that eventually becomes annoying and vaguely frightening. They will seem mad.

And I won’t even feel emotion while I’m kissing your face. It will just be something I am doing.

I will kiss your face repeatedly. Mainly in the cheek area. But sometimes on the nose and sometimes on the forehead.

And sometimes my mouth will be open. Sometimes my front teeth will touch your skin but it will be accidental. And I promise to open my eyes to assure you if that happens.

When you feel teeth and then open your eyes, mine will already be open.

But I will not stop kissing your face.

The pleas to stop will not be obeyed.

The next day you will wake up with your face against the pillow, your jump kicked and violently kissed face.

It will hurt.

You will touch it and feel how it hurts.

I am practicing my jump kicks; my kisses are already pretty good.

You will get one of the former and many of the latter.

You mean nothing and you are nobody.

You are a crumb in my bellybutton.

As it is the 25th Anniversary of Jordan Brand, NIKE is releasing a lineup of classic Jordans in all white. A beautiful “naked” pair of sneakers. I am SO going to jump, kick & kiss!

Text above @ kissable Sam Pink

House of Gord and Jg Leather are pages presenting pretty advanced—and fascinating—BDSM and fetish scenes. So advanced it is quite inspiring way beyond the strict world of BDSM. In any case it is worth having a read at the introduction pages that allow a better understanding of what you will see…

I do recommend though, and I am not by any means joking that you only have a look if you have a real interest and understanding of this culture, otherwise it will certainly be more off-putting than anything else!

my new but already dear friend Jannis Tsipoulanis sent a preview of his contribution to sang bleu 5.
I am so excited!!!!

Pierre Molinier (April 13, 1900 – March 3, 1976) was a painter, photographer and “maker of objects”. He was born in Agen (France) and lived his life in Bordeaux (France). He began his career by painting landscapes, but his work turned towards a fetishistic eroticism early on.

Molinier began to take photographs at the age of 18. When Molinier’s sister died in 1918, he is alleged to have had sex with her corpse while left alone to photograph it. “‘Even dead, she was beautiful. I shot sperm on her stomach and legs, and onto the First Communion dress she was wearing. She took with her into death the best of me.”

Molinier started his erotic production around 1950. With the aid of a wide range of specially made ‘props’ – dolls, various prosthetic limbs, stiletto heels, dildos and an occasional confidante – Pierre Molinier focused upon his own body as the armature for a constructive form that ultimately produced a large body of photographic work. Most of his photographs, photomontages, are self-portraits of himself as a woman.

He began a correspondence with André Breton and sent him photographs of his paintings. Later Breton integrated him into the Surrealist group. Breton organized an exhibition of Molinier’s paintings in Paris, in January-February 1956.

Pierre Molinier’s enigmatic photographs have influenced European and North American body artists since the 1970s, including Jürgen Klauke, Cindy Sherman and Ron Athey, and his work continues to engage artists, critics, and collectors today.

In the 1970s, Molinier’s health began to decline. Like his father before him, Pierre Molinier committed suicide at 76 years of age by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

(from Wikipedia)