I’m
feeling naughty this afternoon. Yes, yes, I know that only Nerve Premium
members get to see all of the beautiful sexy madness that Autumn’s photoblog
brings…but I’m breaking all the rules. Well, bending them slightly. Let’s go deep inside
Autumn’s recent posts…I’ll bring you a little taste from beyond the
Premium veil…
If you aren’t familiar with
the artist, here’s how Autumn describes herself:
“Autumn Sonnichsen was born
in Los Angeles. She shoots fashion and all manner of sexy girls. She's
interested in porn stars in deshabillé, fashion models falling asleep on
airplanes, prostitutes sitting at the bar after work and the general residue of
women with hypersexual lives. She lives in New York and Brazil, for the moment. When she's not taking pictures, she
likes to drink martinis, listen to Dolly Parton, and stay in bed.”
And here are some of her
recent visual interests (sadly, I must edit out the nude below-the-waist shots,
but you can use your imagination...and I'll bring as much above-the-waist deliciousness as I can.):
Jo is
a Rock Star
3/24/2008 1:33:03
PM
Remember
back in December, when I was on that epic road trip across the forsaken lands
of Northern
Brazil? And I had all that good-looking company? Well, we edited and
interviewed and demanded lots of money and new plane tickets and the lovely Jo
is now the star of her very first official photo spread, even if it didn't
happen all that officially in the beginning. It's one of my favorite stories
that I've ever published, mostly because it took so long and the girl is just so
very precious to me. It was a long trip, more than a month, and we really went
just to go, not to take pictures. So the pictures are kind of a bonus, a
continuous series of happy accidents.
The
One Night Out Series (with Monica Mattos)
3/19/2008 8:35:13
AM
Monica
Mattos is a busy girl. Ever since the skinny Brazilian dark-haired beauty
received her AVN trophy for best Foreign Female
Performance, she hasn't stopped working. She is a sweet and well-mannered girl that
loves to get fucked in the ass on film; one of the infinite versions of the
Brazilian Girl Next Door, and a happy one at that. She won't tell you which
directors she's worked for and which movies that she's made that week, but what
she will tell you is that she's single again and goes on enthusiastically about
the interviews that she's been giving on the Brazilian version of David
Letterman, something that a porn star has never done in this country, which
gives her a good reason to think about leaving for the first time for
Hollywood, the land of Jenna Jameson and book deals and better implants.
We took
her to see a Burlesque show at Loveland, a club in a swanky part of Sao Paulo, far away from where she now
lives, in a working-class district with her mother. She had never set foot in
the place, or in the neighborhood. We gave her first Cosmopolitan and the
stripper asked to pose for pictures with her.
Then we went to her old neighborhood downtown to drink
beer in a filthy lesbian bar, where the waitress passed her notes from
delirious fans and many a drink was bought for her. She doesn't pretend to be
nice to them, to you, or to anyone, she won't offer you anything other than
that radiant smile and her beautiful ass. She's one of the most sincere people
that we've ever met.
We
bought more beer from the bodega on the corner and took photos of her on the
stairways above the freeway, with people hanging out of the windows of the
apartment buildings, and we made friends with the Mafioso skater boys that
populate Roosevelt Square benches at night, where people fuck quietly and smoke
joints while staring out at a Sao Paulo's non-existent skyline and listening to
the traffic moan loudly beneath us. The city's huge curves and lights mirrored
Monica's own in other dimensions, pulling her skirt over her ass, her two cell
phones ringing the whole time, reveling in her pure and newfound pleasure in
being single and alive at night in the city where she was born. She is Sao Paulo's Prom Queen.
But
then she had to go, to catch the last train back to her mother's house on the
other side of town, where she's living since she divorced her husband three
months ago. We took one last photo, of her in the metro station, and kissed her
on both cheeks and made plans to do it again next week.
Words
by André Maleronka.
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