His work is emotionally charged and intimate– though he remains behind the lens he also seems to be within each photograph. Each piece seems to have a connection to the man, to the photographer. He captures the dreamy, raw, real, sad and breathtaking sides of his models and– of course– their beauty, simple and complex. As an artist he seems to have this strong connection to his subjects and creates strikingly honest images that are filled with a range of emotion– anger, love, desire and sexuality– but also compassion and affection.

In a thoughtfully written artist statement Harvard states-

“If there is no “soul” in a piece, it’s not a weakness of the medium; it’s a weakness of the artist. It’s the artist’s responsibility to put it there.”

Solid advice– at a time when just about anyone can create a good image with any numerous iPhone apps– but no app for soul. That must be cultivated, and– in my opinion– already be within the artist. Fox Harvard has soul.

by Fox Harvard

sunshine hue by Fox Harvardby Fox Harvard

All Images Copyright © 2011, Fox Harvard, All Rights Reserved

Today’ Featured Artist: Fox Harvard

Fox Harvard

Fox Harvard on Tumblr

Fox Harvard in Black & Grey Magazine: Writing in Code Story and photography by Fox Harvard

Fox Harvard in Italian Vogue 

Fox Harvard on Flickr

You can read a detailed account of Fox Harvard photographic start, his view on art and the soul here. It is quite good

That flutter of anticipation filled us, almost like children, we nearly ran to the elevator, past the bar– not even stopping for a drink. Seeming to chase  glimpses of something “pure”, moments of something– a love affair perhaps– I’m not sure really, other than it felt genuine, and it felt pure. These moments of “pure” have been on my mind frequently these days.

There may have been some awkwardness– because, even though I’m in your hotel room, even after you professed us to be soul mates– I still was not convinced on staying. Inside your tiny room- I began to inspect for this so called “view” I just had to see. Viewing prelude.

How could I be thinking of fucking this man– in my cynical nature– I could already see the “pure” threaded with the tragic– as it often is with sex. Plus I was so unprepared– unkempt legs and kitty, fading and chipped nail polished toes, still in the same work cloths I’d been in all day,  on my period and did not bring even one little sex toy or condoms. I had no buisness fucking in such a state.

But– there is always a but-- always an exception to make for the right person, for moments of pure–despite the tragedy that comes along for the ride. Sometimes you can’t tell if it’s the right person to make an exception for– until you fuck them.

Leaning over the desk to look at the view of the cinder blocked architecture and silver hued rooftops of the adjoining buildings– you come in from behind– your cock firm already nudging into my skirt covered ass cheeks, your arms and hands clasping my full tits. Even in my civil service girl bra- hard and utilitarian– I could feel my nipples harden. Then your lips, breath, and whisper on the back of my neck. That was it, all I needed. Electric from neck, through spine, to cunt.

Tilting my ear toward your lips– I want your breath and words. Flushed.

I stop your kisses and hands, telling you before it goes any further that I’m on my period. It matters not to you– and therefore not to me.

From that point on the evening was blur– I felt high, though I was unbelievably sober–  my normal exacting details are not in my mind. The night became a tangle of tightening and straining of limbs, breaths heavy with inhale and exhale. Our mouths, lips and hands clawing for a freedom and acceptance–cock to cunt in search of one another.

I love that moment of first discovering your cock. What sweet treat will I find to work with? I like to linger before getting to full exposure, take me time feeling you get hard in my hands, wrapping the soft red fabric of the boxers around your branch– defining your cock. Big hungry smile. Happily I dive in, I want to compose to memory as much of your cock as I can in this short time.

It doesn’t take long before my mouth and hand discovers how to make you throb and jump- a swirl of my tongue around the tip, slow slide with my mouth– keeping you inside my throat– then back up. A heavy sigh of release escapes when I filled my mouth with your balls, stroking your shaft with slow concentration. Memorization. Filing those moments away– of what it feels like when you want to cum– for when I am ready for you fill my mouth with cum.

I want to cum first and I do, twice.

Your generous mouth, tongue and fingers bring my unprepared kitty so close– generally I am an easy cum– but on my period and with a new man– it took some work and a lot of licking– once that first one was released though– I felt like I was having mini orgasms the rest of the night– including one induced just by sweet filth whispered into my ear– electric. And one leaving my pussy convulsing and soaking around your fingers– pulled from me  and on to you.

Back and forth we tangle, wrestling our mouths to groin and the pages between. I need to feel you inside of me, I want to feel my pussy throb around you– more than anything I just need to feel you filling me and not leaving, not moving– just filling me. A wave of wanting to express love– or something like it — rushes over me– and it’s pure– and I don’t have words for it.

The entire night was– fucking, sucking, stroking– dozing and then our coming back to each other. Finding your cock in the night hard and soft simultaneously– your skin feeling velvety as I softly stroke you. Both of us lost in a sleep sex daze as I take you in my mouth– loving you the only way I can– I did– love you, love your cock. Inducing you to cum with my love- my mouth surrounding you, my tits squeezing your shaft bringing cum spurting out — filling my mouth and spilling out onto my tits. I lick your flavor up and we drift back asleep.

Night continues to morning, our bodies and mouths remained in constant entanglement until the end.

Leaving memories behind– a nice bruise on my thigh and tender bottom from a series swats a barely recall. Lingering memories tangled.

Working out of Raleigh, North Carolina, Noisenest-  according to his minimal artist description on Model Mayhem, works mainly in film.

His work are reminiscent of Jan Saudek mixed with a hint of Joel-Peter Witkin– but made his own. In the Tumblr- We Eat Our Young– you can see his fearless photographic efforts– venturing into experimental attempts, such as cyanotype mixed with toners, tars and paints. These techniques combined with his raw, even sorrowful and painful subjects/models makes the work stand out.

A few of his pieces can be purchased on Etsy for a great price– start your art collection today– or perhaps you would like to buy one for you favorite librarian. 

We Eat Our Young

Noisenest on Etsy

Also featured on Juxtapoz

featuring the works of…

Coach Moon

Ana Giselle Rodriguez

Wolk 189

Lee, Ho Ryon

Lithium Picnic

noisenest

mastertouch

Jaime Ibbara

Araki Nobuyoshi

Jaime Ibbara

Araki Nobuyoshi

I’m just a sweet dur dee girl who wants to have  a date to the Cum & Glitter Live Sex Show. No reason to flag me– I want a date night  just like any other girl on there, I am not looking for NSA, one time fuck fuck– stop flagging me.

Uptights. Well, guess I will have to get a date the ol’ fashioned way… talk to someone. eep.

Wehner is not only a photographer, but also a videographer as well. His films range from shorts less than a minute to longer short films like “The Art of Taphonomy”. Wehner’s films have a knack for catching the innocence, realness and sometimes sadness of his models–  there will be a catch of a smile that captures all the beauty and tragedy that encompass a woman– plus the soundtrack he chooses for the pieces make for a perfect combination.

joewehner.com
Vimeo
Joey Wehner on Tumblr
Facebook

Courtney Trouble is sizzling hot– her films, her photography and her! She is the queen of  hot parted lips and the panting breath of of fantastic people– with real bodies, real emotions, proud of who they are in all their pervy, porn kink, pop cult icon ways. I am in love with all of them and her.

Her cast of characters are simultaneously real and unreal– the hues and colors Trouble utilizes in her films and photos  make the images pop and revel in in celebrated realities of human acceptance, tolerance and pure hot sexuality.  Her models and casts are, to me, amazingly stunning, curvy, wet and pink and make me want to get soaked and finger banged– including Arabelle Raphael and April Flores– two of my favorites.

To see all of my favorite Courtney Trouble shots, please stop by the Library Vixen Tumblr.

Courney’s Nominations for 2012 Feminsist Porn Awards include

Fuckstyles: (2012 Award Winner) brand new DVD released on TROUBLEfilms, comprised of some fabulous scenes from the first year of QueerPorn.TV, my now infamous new porn site co-created with Tina Horn. The sex itself is revolutionary, or so says the omnipotent Fleshbot!

Live Sex Show: TROUBLEfilm’s debut DVD release, starring Jiz Lee and Nina Hartley.

NoFauxxx.Com: My darling baby turned ten this year, and that’s why I have big hopes for this site winning.

QueerPorn.TV: Nominated again after last year’s big win as one of the FPA’s Best Websites.

QueerPornTube.Com Porn stars like James Darling and myself have channels and update dirty personal DIY videos!

Anchor Anatomic: Padded Submissives: XCritic said: “Definitely one of the hottest BBW lesbian sex scenes I’ve ever seen.”

Crash Pad Series, Good Dyke Porn

2012 Feminist Porn Award Winner 

In the category of : Deliciously Diverse Cast

FUCKSTYLES (of the queer and famous)

Courtney Trouble & Tina Horn

Places you can find Courtney Trouble and her great work. 

Courtney Trouble Website

Courtney Trouble on Tumblr

Nofauxxx

Queer Porn TV

@courtneytrouble

Arabelle Raphael by Courtney Trouble

by Michael A. Rosen

This and book like it will be available at The Center for Sex and Culture’s Big SPRING SMUT SALE! This Saturday 4/28 from 10-5.