Word: leatherizing
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...project. She wrote, “Just as it is a myth that women are ‘meant’ to be feminine and men masculine, that penises and vaginas are ‘meant’ for penetrative heterosexual sex (or that mouths, anuses, breasts, feet or leather, silicone, vinyl, rubber, or metal implements are not ‘meant’ for sex at all), it is a myth that ovaries and a uterus are ‘meant’ to birth a child.” Of course people regularly engage in recreational...
Perched on the arm of a red leather sofa in the Parlor Room of the Phillips Brooks House (PBH), Emily L.A. Maw told the story of Travis Hayes, who spent 10 years in prison after being wrongfully convicted of second-degree murder...
Experiencing the future as Branson imagines it will cost you less than $300, the price of a bare-bones economy ticket between Los Angeles and New York City on one of Virgin America's 149-seat A320s. The planes are new, and the leather seats are comfortable enough for sleeping, even in coach. There are power outlets at every seat. The most profound change, though, doesn't look like much of an improvement at first. Like many U.S. carriers, Virgin America charges for food in economy class. But flight attendants don't dole it out from a cart like gruel...
...Artist Dash Snow’s 2005 installation, “This Was Your Life,” takes the events of Rakowitz’s life as inspiration and tries to recreate the East Village of yesteryear. The piece is an amalgamated portrait of junkie life: a cheap leather couch held up on cinder blocks, a fake plastic tree, snakeskin boots, and a framed news clipping detailing the aforementioned events. The Saatchi Gallery now features this installation (along with other works by Snow) and calls it “a portrait of a monster as a sad, pathetic, ridiculous...
...sharp tools laid upon the shelf as though in wait for her. Her hand moved again through the dusty gloom, selected a pitchfork, clutched it to her breast.“Viscountess Fabreigh?”She turned. There, framed in the doorway, one hand entwined about the harsh leather of the reins, dark blond curls breathing with a life of their own in the slight morning breeze, stood The Stable Boy.It was all she could do to whisper: “Yes?”“Viscountess,” said...