Questions About Calco Boycs

Who is Calco Boycs? I'm sure anyone with the time for exploration and the patience for decryption can find out. He's on Twitter after all. A tightly written—though with a hint of English-As-A-Second-Language—portrait on Blogspot provides:

Calco Boycs is a swiss born descend from an illustrious french huguenot family with celtic roots. He was educated at Paris-Sorbonne and the Zurich University of the Arts and worked long years as commercial photographer and graphic designer.Bored from fame and success he decided to make a clean sweep. Two years ago he quit his job and left his hometown from one day to another to start anew. Since then he lives under a pseudonym in a remote mountain valley in Provence, France near the Mount Ventoux. Not even his best friends know the exact address.

Yeah. Still an enigma.

A better question is What is Calco Boycs? Simply, he makes stunning porn art. Like these:

Which leads you to ask, Why? Who knows? But I, for one, am grateful.

A question for myself: How did you get into Calco Boycs?

I don't know. His site magically appeared on my bookmarks a few days ago. I don't know how it got there. Should I be alarmed?

Last question: Does Calco Boycs think porn is art?

Clearly, yes.

Peruse Calco Boycs' porn art for yourself here.

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Faith Leon, shot in 2009

Her friends happen to be porn stars.

Our favorite Porn Art Theorist has started a tumbler where her photography can be seen.

My Review: "Good Shit!"

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Check it out.

Porn Star Screen Tests

When I think of porn and art these days, I find myself thinking of Billy Watson. Mostly, because the man does things like this:

You might say, "What's the point?" or "OK, so he's copying Warhol, but with porn stars. Whatever." or "Why would I spend 3 minutes not watching Ginger Lynn fuck? Why should I spend 3 minutes not watching her do anything?" or "Violet Monroe creeps me out with the staring."

I remember watching Dali's screen test years ago. Dali, more than any other artist besides — well, Warhol — was known as much for his persona as his art. As time ticked, you watch as he got bored, ansty, unsure. And by the time it wrapped you saw, for a flash, the mask drop. Here was an old man. Talented, eccentric, but a real person, not a persona. Not Dali^TM. And it hit me. The point of it all: a moment of realness on film.

When you think about it, almost nothing we see on television is real. Certainly not Reality TV. The news, more often than not, has to fit in some pre-conceived narrative. Everyone, whether they are conscious of it, raises a mask when a camera is pointed at them.

I remember reading somewhere, probably in a David Foster Wallace essay, that porn stars should be respected more than any "legitimate" actor, because what they portray is true emotion, whether it's pleasure, pain or vulnerability. And what is more private and you than the way you look when you have an orgasm?

Now, to be sure, porn stars have personas (I'm looking at you, Sasha Grey), and not every orgasm is real (far from it), but you can concede that these women — often girls in their early twenties — by just being naked on camera for literally the world to see are revealing more of their real selves than most of us ever would.

Who could be a more natural subject for a screen test than a porn starlet?

And what else could it be that art does than reveal reality?

Porn Star Portraits #1

This is Carlos Atanes.

He makes wonderfully strange films.

Lately, He's been making wonderfully strange drawings of our favorite porn stars. I like them. You should too.

Do yourself a favor. Check out his take on the Kafka classic, The Metamorphosis. It features far less naked people, but it's still a treat to the eyes.

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Indian Delights, Indonesian garage rock, Incense & a little piece of mind.

Yesterday, I had a lovely afternoon with my long time friend, Kara, traveling to the far north side of Chicago, visiting a street in a neighborhood I lived in for a time as a child. The street we spent the day romping aorund on was Devon Ave, in West Roger's Park, home to one of the largest Indo-Pakistani communities in the U.S. We went to countless fabric stores, jewelry shops and home goods businesses, absorbing all of the amazingly vibrant jewels, fabrics and garments, while Kara searched diligently for a new nose ring. We ventured into a few of the markets, inhaling scents of spices, incense and fresh pastries. It was such an incredible day. We also managed to take ina few snacks while we were up there, first diving into oven fired dough pastries filled with cheeses and potato from a Georgian (provincial region of Russia) bakery, in the more Russian inhabited portion of the street at the western end of the stretch, as well as naan breads and lamb patties, accompanied by highly refreshing rose water yogurt drinks at the Indian Garden, a restaurant dedicated solely to delicious Indian cuisine. Needless to say, we spent the bus ride back to Logan Square in totally delightful food comas.

Though I don't have any photos from yesterday's adventure quite yet, here's a photo of Kara and me from her first day after moving back to Chicago. Together, we make quite the brightly colored adevnturous duo.


When we got back to my apartment, we vegged out on the couch for a bit, burning our new incense finds and listened to the sounds of Dara Puspita, this super amazing surf/garage girl band from the 60s & 70s that originated in Indonesia, but was later exiled to China. They rule.


After Kara left that evening, and my boyfriend went out skating with his friend, I decided to curl up on the couch with a glass of wine and work on a new illustration. It's been a while since I've had such a relaxing day and had the opprtunity to work on some new art without the pressure of work or commissions or deadlines, so I was thrilled to have a little piece of mind. I didn't really have anything particular in mind to draw out, but I was also pondering different ways to promote my burlesque endeavors and where the fall will take me in terms of my career as an artist and a relative newbie in the Burlesque field in Chicago, so I decided to combine the two work/extra-cirrculars I love and came up with this new piece. Of course, as with most of my artwork, it's not really finished, but for now, I'm pretty happy with the direction it's going in.

Take a gander.


xoxo,
erin

dear cuba, i love you.

So, aside from working for two fantastic vintage lifestyle businesses in Chicago for quite some time now, this summer I've also started working for this extra yummy Cuban restaurant near my apartment called 90 Miles Cuban Cafe. Though it's only been open for just a smidge over one year now, it's popularity has increased and location has expanded at such a rapid rate that it's staff, myself most certainly included, never has a chance to really sit down and absorb it all... However, on the few occasions that I get to come in early enough so that it isn't total pandamonium throughout out the multiple dining floors/patios and what not, I love to sneak around and look at all of the old cuban memorabilia and amazing and beautiful imagery from the island dating from the early 1930s through the mid 1960s, which have been tastefully lacquered and decoupaged to the interior of the entire indoor area of the restaurant, all hand applied by a local artist. Of course, I took a natural liking to all of the details being an art enthusiast myself, and most specifically a lover of all things old and historically relevant, and over my time there I have fallen in love with these beautifully covered walls. The images that have most specifically stuck in my head are those gracing the covers of the old Cuban magazine, Carteles. There is an exceedingly wonderful art deco influence in a great deal of the older painted and/or illustrated covers, as well as quite a few exotic pin-ups on some of the mid-century painted and illustrated issues, and they are EVERYWHERE throughout the restaurant! I'd like to share a few of the ones I have come across since embarking on my new obssession with Carteles:













there will be more to come in the future, as I am definitely looking forward to doing more research on the artists who originally created these gorgeous works and such.

xoxo,
erin

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