One of my recent ebay scores is a set of little mini porno magazines from Paris that were published in 1973. A small independent smutty-book publisher named Transports Presse was run out of this small apartment in Paris at 21 Saint-Martin Blvd, just 8 doors down from another little shitty little apartment where Georges Melies was born in December of 1861. Melies is famous as the creator of special effects in movies, and made some of the most famous early examples of cinema, including A TRIP TO THE MOON (1902), and THE IMPOSSIBLE VOYAGE (1904). Look em up on youtube, they're spectacular.
Anyway, that little black door is apt 21, which is upstairs from those shops. This is what it looks like today.
Each of these little porno magazines is an illustrated story, and most of them are credited to Jeanine Le Pommeray. I don't know if she just wrote and published them, or also took the photos as well. What I'm thinking is that the photos might have been taken from a French sex film, and then she just added the story. Or maybe she did everything. I dunno! The other name on a couple issues is Serge Esnault. Maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend and ran this little smut company, or maybe they were simply employees. It's fun to speculate, anyhow. This kinda stuff is why I love these kinds of finds. The discovery of it all.
My favourite of these issues is ARTSEX #5 - So you want to be in the movies?". Here is the cover:
It's a little color/B+W 32 page story, with only one ad for a local dirty book store called "Sex Shop Vergile". My French is really rusty, but I was able to gather the main gist of the storyline mainly because of the lovely photos. Basically it goes like this:
Ermes and Jovanka are an upwardly mobile Parisienne couple who want to break into the world of sexy filmmaking like their heroes "Pasolini and Bertolucci". So they find a young hippy girl on the street named Philipa, and invite her back to their place to take part in a casting session. Philipa has very few reservations, and even less modesty.
"What are you going to do to prove to us that you're worthy of our attention?" Jovanka says, as a challenge. Philipa, unblinking, grabs Ereme's black russian and makes it into a white russian.
Jovanka, unimpressed, continues. "We've got to pay 'les salaries' of 'les techniciens' and 'les operateurs'. Too much is at stake, here. Get down on the floor, 'salope' (bitch). Get down on the floor and show me how bad you want to be my star."
Then a bunch of hot dyke shit goes down for the next 8 pages. Ermes is digging it, and starts to orchestrate their positions. He likes to witness the actions of 'une fille vulgaire'. (a vulgar girl). "Le grand rite saphique commence spontanement!"
"I think we should make this movie about us" says Ermes, as he doffs his duds and starts penetrating some excited puss.
Then at some point there is a role reversal of some kind, and the girls turn on Ermes, and force feed him a bunch of booze.
This fucking thing is great. ARTSEX rules! I'll post some scans from another issue soon
Jesus wept...
The client saw the pencils and asked for glasses to be added when I did the inks, so voila:
I do these for between $40 and $100 (depending on complexity of the request) by the way. They come on 8 1/2 X 11 paper.
San Francisco hooker Angel (redhead Phaedra Grant) is a confident strutter with street-savvy and cool to spare, but despite that gets caught up in a convenience store robbery that transforms into a high speed chase with her riding shotgun in John Leslie’s off duty cop car. This is, bar none, the greatest car chase action spectacular in classic porn history. I’m talking thrills, crashes, blowjobs, a pounding soundtrack, and a motorcyclist that rockets off his bike, flies through a window, and plops right on top of a humping couple! I don’t know who director Paul Levis was (this is his only credit), but given his use of stuntmen and the professional look of this movie, I would not be surprised to find out that he was a non-porn filmmaker working under a false name.
Despite this set-up, that is where the coherency and anything resembling a straightforward narrative quickly end. The robber is played by Jon Martin (credited as Jerry Smith), and we later witness him having a bunch of sex, which turns out to be with John Leslie’s horny wife (Eileen Welles as “Constance Penny”). Then some random woman (Paula Brown) dances around and has fantasies about being on a merry-go-round before having some sticky lesbian fumblings with Lisa Sue Corey (credited as Sylvia Rodgers). Before you know it, their orange velour bedspread turns into gold chrome (???) and they do a sexy dyke dance in front of a big mirror.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any weirder, now we’re in a glittering discothèque full of naked people and mannequins, and a black funk band on stage in Kiss-style face paint jam out a ditty called “Disco Daze” while getting their weenies nibbled by Desiree Cousteau and Andrea Lange! As hilarious as this is, it doesn’t hold a candle to what is about to transpire, as the whole scene becomes a synchorized dance number! Yep, the band breaks into their big dancefloor hit “Suck on my cock” and all the dudes line up with their dongs out and stomp towards the thrilled gals, who crawl on their knees and gyrate as dick pistons into them perfectly in time with the ridiculous music.
The well-rehearsed line-dance coitus choreography is hardly Busby Berkeley quality, but the bubble/smoke machine and laser light show certainly put a seventies version of him in mind. Clearly the people who made this charming nonsense had a fucking blast making it, and its enthusiasm is certainly contagious.
This is the movie you bust out for friends who want a good example of why classic porn is so fun.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0123540/
I like the idea of a porno about an actual cock addict. She gets cold shakes if she doesn't get her fix, and she snorts cum to get high. She'll be like "GIMMIE YER CUM, MOTHERFUCKER!" all whippin' out a knife on him. "GET IT UP, OR I CUT IT OFF!"
You want a drawing like this? They are insanely cheap. I do them when you buy a copy of my book, Cinema Sewer Vol. 3. Yep, for an extra $20 I bust out some filthy poop like this for you on the inside cover of your copy. Order yours here (with or without a drawing):
http://cinemasewer.ecrater.com/c/973820/books
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