A tribute to the photographer, George Metivier. Highlighting over 50 years of erotic photography!
Visit the Gallery of George Michael Metivier to view more of his photographs. NOTE: YOU MUST BE 18 OR OVER TO VIEW! Click here to view more works by the late, great photographer.
The 1996 cult movie about two fundamentalist Baptist college students witnessing in a swinging singles complex. Pete Jackson is obsessed with the salvation of a female bodybuilder and his soul winning partner is contemplating sacrificing his spiritual integrity for politics.
“If Kevin Smith had made “Dogma” as his no-budget debut instead of “Clerks“, the result might have been something like “Bible Madness.” Scott Von Doviak, Film Threat
Tiger Khan was poised for greatness. According to Jeff Archer, despite his in-ring shenanigans as a bad guy from India, he was a most humble and quiet human being. By 1998, he was the champion of the Pennsylvania Championship Wrestling organization. Rarely did someone his age wear the belt of a pro wrestling promotion. At age 25, Tiger had all the credentials to go to the top of his career.
He was found dead in his Anaheim apartment at age 33. This documentary features previously unseen footage of Tiger Khan and his parents being interviewed by Evan Ginzburg (associate producer, The Wrestler), and memories from the wrestling community (including Leapin’ Lanny Poffo). The footage of Tiger Khan in his apartment was shot during the production of the indie wrestling documentary, Wrestling Then and Now.
Tiger Khan, along with Killer Kowalski and Don ‘Dr. Death’ Arnold, appear in Wrestling Then and Now. Those three are no longer with us. Yet, we can still remember their presence through videos and photos on Instagram, YouTube, and a variety of social media.
Tiger Khan: Requiem for The Universal Man is now streaming on Amazon Prime!
Or, watch it now on YouTube!
A panoramic view of fireworks exploding over Las Vegas. The fact that some fireworks resemble the firepower seen in videotape of the attacks on Baghdad, plus the idea that I couldn’t tell the legitimate fireworks from the amateur variety made me a bit edgy this 4th of July. The bombs (fireworks are a type of bomb) blew up directly over me both while I was shooting and while driving home. I felt like I was trying to escape the bombing of Saigon!
My cat was in the stalking position when I arrived at my condo. He calmed down after I had been there for an hour. Well, in spite of the tenseness, got some decent video out of it. Some of the fireworks remind me of paintings and attempts by movie makers to portray the rapture. Except, instead of the souls going to heaven, they explode mid-point and rain down over Vegas. The tense drive home and the nervousness of my cat made me appreciate the wisdom of the No Fireworks ordinance in Long Beach, CA (the city I just moved from).
Happy 4th of July!