Issue VI: The Smut Issue
Words by Megan Martin With all things creative, it’s never a one-step process. You’ve slaved to get that final product – that killer song, that awe-enhancing painting, that perfectly crafted suit jacket, that all-informing editorial. It’s ready, but people still don’t know about it. Enter in step two, getting it out there, which us artistic
Break out the lubricant and we’ll give you a break from flipping those magazine pages. Save your hand for other things, the most you’ll have to do here is scroll down.
Words by Megan Cahn Everyone needs to get laid and sometimes the best lay can be with someone you don’t love, maybe even someone you don’t know. The bars of our city are feeding grounds for those lusting for a loveless night of passion. But with most one night stands comes a serious hangover, an
Words by Megan Martin Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison Blickle is bringing a new spin to the art world. Her caricaturistic style of painting represents women in various natural surroundings. Her inspirations represent the juxtaposition of mystical and holistic spiritualism and the skepticism of those beliefs. “My family is full of eccentrics.
2009 is bringing on the Black Heat in more ways than one—fuck the White House, bring it to our house. © Copyright Marquis Publishing Company
Our tribute to The Factory and everything that happened in it.
Photography: Jacqueline Di Milia Words by Moni Briones Lingerie is sometimes considered completely intimidating if not a bit daunting to most. The concept of investing in a ¼ yard of fabric to cover a minimal portion of one’s body may seem pointless. But after viewing The Lake and Stars, a romantic yet thrilling take on
Photography by Annie Powers Every truck stop in America has your number. No one knows your name. That’s your control. No one tells you what to do, but you want them to. You let them have you. Run from it, leave it behind. Your body is the only currency. Submit to it. Lay with him.
Words by Jackie Boom Boom Mancino Illustration by Clay Rodery In joining Working Class in its celebration of smut, I decided to celebrate the jelly to smut’s peanut butter—the ancient pastime of autoeroticism. Masturbation is an essential. We know this because it is one of the only recreational rituals that we share with the rest
Words by Megan Martin Illustration by Clay Rodery Lydia woke up to the smell of burnt coffee and greasy hash browns. It had been a long night. Her arm was sore from sleeping on it and her head was spinning. She looked up as a disgruntled McDonald’s employee nudged her with a soggy mop. This
Photography Hans Newmann Styling Aina & Pol Hair Marcel Dagenais Makeup Aya Fukuda Models Tine Fure @ Trump John Woodruff @ Red
Photography by Ryan McGinley Words by Micheal Huggins The ironwork of the railing was significant – a brilliant narrative of fleurs and vines – to such a degree he found himself distracted by its intricacy even as his body ground clumsily, drunken into hers. The chairs, on the other hand, were quite cheap. Plastic deck
Photography by Hugo Arturi Styled by Marina Quinete Hair by Marcel Dagenais Makeup by Dawn DeSantis Model: Leanne Thrasher @ Race
Words by Megan Cahn A couch and a naked girl in nothing but her favorite pair of shoes—the formula is simple and obviously sexy. But for some, getting the necessary components would be a bit of a challenge. That is, unless you have a camera, and quite possibly a really long beard. San Francisco based
Photography by Tim Barber, from Mystic Heather and Virgin Snow Words by Craig Berger I believe in my porn despite your scorn as you stand disgusted holding that crate brimming lust ‘cross the ages pleasure soaked their well-worn pages, I beg please- seriously, just leave them the hell alone and to my swift recollection compared
We get it American Cancer Society, New York Quits, but you still know… nothing is better after sex than a cigarette.
From track wheel sets to girls in their underwear, loft-sized apartment rentals to guys willing to let you come over and do them in theirs – Craig’s List is really a one stop shop for pervs, horn-dogs, lonely hearts or people looking to find guaranteed ass. Regardless if you’re the hottest or the coolest in
Photography by Tom Winchester Everyone wants to be a star. It’s easier than you think—get a camera, take off your clothes, grab some toilet paper, put your fingers in your mouth and put it on the Internet.
Photography by Kan Kabayashi Words by Megan Cahn Working Class supports local business. We would not be able to organize this publication or any of our events without the help and support of local business owners. Take a look at these amazing individuals and the ways they are shaping their communities with a unique shop
Peru Ana Ana Peru originated in Bushwick, Brooklyn. They were each born of a virgin birth, performed many miracles in each of the five boroughs, were eventually crucified, buried, and, after three days, resurrected. Many people doubt the spiritual side to their existence, and with good reason. As it turns out, Peru Ana Ana Peru
Apparently in the 80s Suzanne Somers was so busy searching for fungus on Mt. Tamalpais, running naked in the ocean and starring in Three’s Company, that she had no time to wax. Doesn’t it just make you miss the good old days? Working Class loves natural tans, natural tits and full bush. © Playboy Magazine
Photography by Bryce Ward Words by Thuc Nguyen Maybe you’ve walked in on one of their screenings in downtown New York, or maybe you’ve seen their websites. These three young filmmakers are making a splash NYC style with their sexy material and like many others who make New York great, these three came from elsewhere.
Painter, illustrator, designer explores the idea of looking in from the outside