Let’s be honest: supercult.com isn’t doing anything new. Porn is porn, right? Well, not exactly. It seems they have a policy (or at least a tendency) to photograph girls in their natural state — i.e. not boobed up, airbrushed, highly waxed, etc. Founder Chase’s interest is in having “girls with subculture ties: Mods, indy kids, skinheads, punks, ‘hipsters’…” These girls are not Pam Anderson, they’re the kind of girls that you’d run into at a local bar, a rock show. So while one little part of me may cringe at the thought of a boyfriend with a hard drive full of porn, my time spent interning at Nerve and rallying for two years around Sleaze Week in college has put things in perspective. Because of its focus on real people, supercult (and Nerve, to a degree, and on a different scale) defies what is traditionally unappealing about porn. To me, at least.

In rotation: ‘I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings’, Radiohead
    And true love waits
    In haunted attics
    And true love wins
    On lollipops and crisps