New Releases

Cirque du Lillith has just hit town, and the carnies are all flocking to her tent to see the one-woman show. They came for the acrobatics, but they’re staying for the boobies. And the fairy floss. A stunning debut from a lady who is clearly obsessed with shape.

Virginia is for lovers, as they say, and green_eyed is most certainly a lover. Another Yank joins the ranks today, and we are happy to welcome a lady who manages (and we’re not even asking how) to get bug bites on her bum. Next time, missy, get some insect repellent – we’re sure you’ll have no problems finding a worthy applicator…

While we can’t spend our whole lives in a bubble, we can’t get in trouble for spending an hour in Chebab’s backyard bubble of bliss. Things just keep getting better with her, every time she picks up a camera, and she’d outdone herself yet again.

And that’s Miss Mollicious to you. She tells us that before she stumbled upon our little project, she was quite reserved, and we can still see a bit of that look in her eyes, but not for long. It’s nice to see a pivotal moment in someone’s personal transformation, right before our very screens.

Making two artworks at once is not an easy task, but Madiline insisted she was up for the task, and it seems she had the prowess to deliver. She’s got a colourful history, this one, and we’re so glad that her winding road finally led her to I Shot Myself.

Molly Ringwold, eat your heart out – none of your smashing outfits ever even came close to the goodness of Angey’s puffy vinyl suspenders. This girl is not afraid to show her true colours, and they’re as bright as a neon sign – kinda like her personality.

Unless their faces are in shot, it’s actually quite difficult to tell which lady is which in this duo – their bodies are so very similar, it’s as though they were twins, separated at birth, only to be re-united by their passion for Shooting Themselves. See if you can play which-is-which!

Anyone who kicks her government job out the door and strips down in stills is a lady after our own heart. Fenella has a great outlook on life and we love that glowing fire that radiates from her – it’s probably continually fed by all that bikram yoga, brave heart.

Sometimes a provocative theme just writes itself into your images. Secretflower invokes the sort of femininity that dangles in front of your eyes, hangs into frame, and shifts shape, even in her simplistic approach.

Wow. Juniper’s reload is even better than her debut, and reveals another side of her that I had no idea existed. It is as though her body and her expression take on the same qualities of the themes she creates. She is as much a character as she is her self – or perhaps those two elements are really one.

Cassie is as cute as a button and has one of the greatest bums we’ve ever seen. She takes it easy for the first segment of her debut, but it doesn’t take her long to come out of her shell and head out into the world to finish her work in a few more racy places.

Our one and only Mongolian contributor was absolutely bursting with photos to share, and who are we to demand her the right? She’s made a much greater use of, ahem, props in this folio, and we’re glad she decided to close with a bath – we would have done the same.

These could be stills from a road movie, with Scarlett_b as the pistol-totin’, cigarette-smokin’, badass starlette, who’s hit the road to deliver justice to those lowlife roustabouts who made such trouble in her town all those years ago. Life on the road is gritty and stark and sunbaked, and not too many ladies are hardy enough, but Scarlett_b’s on a mission…ah, yes, sorry, my film-preview narrative voice gets outta hand sometimes.

The human body as an art object is perhaps most evident when it is in motion. Slow motion. Elayne is a moving artwork in this stunning, sun-kissed clip that has us overbearingly nostalgic for long afternoons spent trying to outdo our own tricks.

Sometimes it’s best not to know what goes on in the darker corners of the nightclub, so as to preserve our modesty (and the reputation of the establishment). But with that flashbulb popping, Nixon probably had a pretty hard time keeping it all a secret. She’s not one to shy away from attention, though, so we doubt she would have cared.