Last week we brought you news of the unfortunate passing of a true original of erotica, J. Stephen Hicks, founder and chief photographer of Digital Desire. After outpourings of love from Hicks’ colleagues and competitors, details of a celebration of the man’s life and work have been released. At Sunset Restaurant near Hicks’ home in Malibu, friends and loved ones of the departed will gather to share in his memory.
In tribute to her late husband, Hicks’ wife Lani vows to keep Digital Desire in operation and trusts Mark Lit and Charles Lightfoot, two proteges of Hicks, to carry on his incomparable work. In praising Hicks’ work and character, his chief competitor and fellow erotic artist, Holly Randall, detailed their occasional clashes over model bookings, magazine spreads, and customers, and noted that she “secretly cursed his talent”. In a surprisingly warm tribute to her main professional rival, Randall calls Hicks “a master at harnessing natural light… and of his craft.”
Hicks’ family released an obituary (excerpted below) which can be read in full at AVN.
Stephen had a restless soul and an ever-growing curiosity about the world. From Bhutan to Africa, South America to Asia, Europe to Mexico, he sought new cultures, new experiences, new canvases for his unequaled nature photography. His passing has left an immeasurable void in those who loved him. But all our lives are richer and more complete for having been touched by his life and love.
Friends and loved ones will gather at Sunset Restaurant in Malibu, California at 4pm on Saturday February 23 to celebrate the life of J. Stephen Hicks. Donations can be made in Hicks’ honor, and in lieu of flowers, to The John Wayne Cancer Foundation, Heal the Bay, and the Surfrider Foundation.
While I don’t have enough excess room in my abode to create my own personal man-cave, I’m sure plenty of you reading this not only have the room, but have the inclination, the wherewithal, and the desire to carve yourself a homey little hovel filled with trinkets and memorabilia, perhaps a pool table, a few lava lamps, and a makeshift bar with ample liquor in constant stock. Go ahead, bro, knock yourself out with the most badass man-cave you can imagine, but it still won’t be complete without one very special item: a fucking pornstar wall decal!
The company, AdultDecalz (the “#1 selling adult decal”!), is now adorning men’s walls with saucy yet refined images of their favorite adult models and performers. AdultDecalz moves into exciting new territory, striking deals with three of porn’s most esteemed studios, Digital Playground, Naughty America, and Evil Angel, with others reportedly to come. Fancy gussying up your den, pool room, or other such hideout with the likes of Madison Ivy, Jessie Jane, Kayden Kross, Selena Rose, Lisa Ann, Esperanza Gomez, and Asa Akira? Well, short of kidnapping the real thing and imprisoning your chosen starlet in some kind of wall-mounted bondage rack*, this is as close as you’re gonna get. Imagine lining up a YouTube-inspired, heavily rehearsed trick shot and challenging your buddy with the same – there’s no way he’ll be able to compete with Kayden Kross’s ass staring him down. You pot everything else, then the black, and win. He goes home. You stare at your killer pornstar decal in privatorum, you dig?
*Mr. Pink’s cannot and does not condone or encourage this course of action, no matter how appealing it may seem on paper.
Try as they might to gain mainstream acceptance, many adult industry entities find themselves blocked at every turn, including, not surprisingly, the most-watched television event of the year: Super Bowl XLVII.
Ok, so it might be hard to believe any porn company, website or otherwise, would manage to have a commercial aired on national television under any circumstances, let alone during the Super Bowl, but PornHub insisted on trying, only to find their submission rejected by CBS. If you’ve seen the relatively harmless ad, you might wonder “But why? It’s just a fully-clothed elderly couple sitting on a bench gazing lovingly at each other over a gentle piano score. What’s wrong with that?” The reason given by CBS is as follows: “CBS Television Network Standards do not permit advertising related to pornography. Therefore, we cannot accept your submission.” Sounds simple and clear enough, doesn’t it? Could it be, though, that PornHub knew they’d be rejected regardless of the actual content of their submission and cobbled together as inoffensive an ad as possible just to point out how prudish network television advertising really is? The cynic in me say “No shit, Sherlock,” while the other Mr. Pink, the valiant warrior fighting for justice and equality for porn, its purveyors, its performers, and its patrons… well, he also agrees.
If you care to, you can vote on whether or not you find the commercial, which has been removed from public availability by YouTube, worthy of Super Bowl airtime. Not surprisingly, most folks are voting in support of the spot. Where do you stand on this vitally important issue facing America today?