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Punch continues its wonderful coverage of the essential world of libations with a story about the best bars that never existed. Most of our favorite characters had somewhere they’d cool off–spots known as “third places,” semi-public places that are neither work nor home, where they’d congregate and contribute to a broader sense of community. George Orwell had the fictional Moon Under Water; in Casablanca, characters frequented a bar and restaurant known as Rick’s Cafe Americain. A good bar is as necessary in a good story as it is in a good life.
New York Magazine, as part of the “pop-up” blog Seen at Vulture, has a post today about the history of pubic hair in art, inspired by Marilyn Minter’s “shiny, glossy, four-color” new art book, Plush. Chelsea G. Summers writes:
If you could epitomize the art world’s consensus on female pubic hair in art into a phrase you could paint on a wall, it’d go like this: RUSKIN LIVES! Like Frodo, like Morrison, like Che, Ruskin breathes life long after his expiration date. His long arm reaches from the grave, and in his hand, he clutches a fat hank of pubic hair.
If you’ve never wondered about the artistic depiction of pubic hair–or even if you, um, think about it often–definitely give Summers’ excellent piece a read.