Much has been made of late in fashionista circles of NUDITY. The age old specter of bodies-bared rears its ugly head, sending shivers down the spines of the fashion elite, like a bogeyman hell bent on ruining their virtual fun. These haute coutured snoots have every right to be afraid. Sex sells. If your whole industry is predicated on the simple principle that “one will NOT make monies” then your “industry” is no industry at all, but a hobby. Fashion is not a vocation. It is an avocation.

Don’t get me wrong. Fashion DESIGNERS most CERTAINLY make money. They print mints. Fashion academies cash out linden dollars daily. Yet, the heart of the fashion industry, THE MODELS, are little more than bots. They are glorified store mannequins, toiling in silence, slaved to the oft illusory allure of fame and the practical procurement of clothing. Fashion Bloggers acquire both (notoriety AND rags) with much less work and way more frequency.

Contrast The Fashion Model with The Pornstar

In 2008, I met two very different girls: Margaret Childs and Jennnnna Jameson. Margaret was the newly crowned SL TOP Model (2008). Jennnnna was just a cool girl with a kinda cool name being harassed by Linden Lab to change it. Eight years later, Jennnnnna is a legend in her industry, whorshipped by all porn practitioners. Margaret is unknown.

Models labor in obscurity. The “professional” ones pay absorbent fees to learn the things Torley used to teach in tutorials. They graduate and receive a certificate. With these letters of patent they are then left to their own devices to scrounge up work all on their own.

A pornstar is born the second she takes off her clothes and a picture is snapped. Her rise to fame can be meteoric, if the right person sees her pictures. Her offers of work can be inundating, as work might very often involve sex by those who wish to bang her. Her fame is measured by those who have heard of her and want to do her, whether she does them or not.

Fame, for a model is the goal. The pinnacle of a “career”. Though its hard for a bot to stand out in a sea of bots. Pornstars have an easier road to notoriety. Being bent over a poseball doesn’t diminish such fame, it burnishes it.

When money becomes involved people go bat-shit cray cray. Designers, the FUEL of the fashion industry want SALES. It’s not hard to grasp the very real fear of certain circles of the modeling world who are quite afraid that their fashionista brethren might amass a larger portion of distinction by baring a boob or two, and then hog up all the modeling gigs, score all the good clothes. So, they slut shame. They invoke musty morality. The fashion artificial rules: Porn and fashion don’t mix. Nudity will wreck your career.

While googling “slut” and “magazine,” I happened upon a blog by a blogger I’d never heard of talking about a Models workshop I never knew existed, where people were furiously debating. It all reeked of fear. The same old fear. Courage was not absent. Yet, who needs courage when FEAR is absent. In the hopes of bucking up the courageous (Jumpy is a HERO!) I wrote a novel of a comment in the…er…section for comments. Hehehehe. You may see it here.

Space limits demanded I cut and edit out my thought on this issue. My full answer to the question of nudity in fashion is below. Be mindful that this is no broad-shot, no opening salvo in a war (Fashion vs. Porn). Rather, it is more a engagement of a marriage to come.

Pornstars by droves are entering the porn industry. Partee Mytili covers fashion for Attention Magazine, having been shot on numerous occasions by celebrated fashion photog Crista Wellins. Wellins her self is all set to appear on the cover of SLUT MAGAZINE (Slut Shame THAT! It’d be like advertising).

A new world is a’coming and it will be A Lane who will guide you. It will be a world where fame is grid-wide. Careers will be metaversal and not merely proscribed to very small cliquey circles. A noob was rezzed today. So many are rezzed every day. With pluck and persistence he or she will shock our little virt world. Jumpy’s seen it time and again.

Hi,

Personally, I am baffled by the Second Life Fashion “industry”…always have been. It interests me of late for twin reasons:

1. My SL girlfriend and partner, a newbie (1.5 years old) graduated from one of these modeling schools and founded a burgeoning label that actually makes money (She has a main-store, a men’s only store and a couple of auxiliary stores).

2. Not so long ago I discovered a few great SL fashion photogs, liked their aesthetic, they had rate cards; so I commissioned them to style and shoot famous pornstars like Jennnnna Jamison, Partee Mytilli and Larry Vinaver CLOTHED lol.

Just a little background, for those who may not know “Jumpman Lane” from Adam. I founded a magazine called SLut back in 2007. I’ve fallen from one bit of drama to the next ever since. (So, incidentally, “slut” and “shame” have never been pejorative or even words that made it into the same context in my mind). We’ve covered fashion since day one because we can write what we want and do what we want. Our current fashion editrix Margaret Childs was SL Top Model 2008 whom I met at some fashion show in ’08 where I was famously disabused for wearing a “Slut Mag” tag by the event’s holders. (They kept trying to ban/eject me from some rented parcel. Unfortunately, they could only eject me. I was continuously teleported 10 meters or so. I calmly walked back the 10 meters to general hysterics only to be teleported 10 meters again. The fashion police eventually gave up).

My LONG association with the fashion industry has been plagued by such snooty rebuffs. I met caLLie cLine when I was 2 and she was 3 going on 4. We danced at some-long forgotten fashionista ball. She added me to her list and we were Friends for a Day until she realized exactly who I was. Riding high on her Pontiac sponsorship, she politely informed me that we couldn’t remain friends. I politely gave her a Golden Turd (an award we give out for the Shitball of the Month). She snapped a pic and posted on her immensely popular blog (at the time) and politely pointed out that I had misspent “shitball all these many years. All grace that one! I remain her #1, most dutiful fan.

One of my former editrices-in-chief is the SL daughter of that Reign Jamison gal that currently owns BOSL. The “daughter” dutifully asked the “mother” before accepting the slot, even offering to use an alt, just in case associating with me and Slut Magazine might hurt the “ma” and her magazine. “Mommy” had no issue.

Crista Wellins (chillicalifornia) an AWESOME fashion photog and BONAFIED SL fashionista with an impeccable resume TOO LONG to transcribe has been freelancing for Slut Mag for months-MONTHS. Just a few weeks ago I contacted Strawberry Singh who has a rate card, hoping to have her shoot Jennnnna Jamison and Partee Mytili clothed-CLOTHED. Strawberry respectfully declined. Now I remember Strawberry when she started out. We’d been cordial on twitter when she had less than 100 followers and nobody but Philip Linden had more than I in Second Life. I cant REMEMBER doing anything bad to Ms. Singh. She declined.

When I relate such things to my partner Aboutface, lil fashionista that she is, she often replies, “It’s because you are in the porn industry. People in high fashion won’t want to associate with you. Change the name of your magazine.” I LAUGH and scoff “NEVER!” This is why. I had the great fortune of being denoobified by Lady Dawson, Class of 2003. (As an aside, she denoobified Torley Linden. I became a Sex God, he became a watermelon. Strange…).

What I learned at Lady’s feet was simply a true understanding of Linden Lab’s great tagline “Your World, Your Imagination.” When Lady Dawson started in SL back in November of ’03, there wasn’t very much in Second Life. She can remember the first this and the first that, who started this, when they changed that. Having been born in the early days of our little virtual world and NOT in the ready-made world of today, Lady knows and transferred to me that pioneering spirit from whence my exclamation, “Rules? RULES! Rules are for the weak!” flows.

“That’s how it is” and “that’s how it’s done” are alien concepts to me, just as they were alien to Torley Linden, who spent all his waking hours, tirelessly filming tutorials, to teach the teeming denizens of the metaverse, EXACTLY how, to do WHATEVER it is they might want to do. “Here’s the tools Linden Lab provides. Have at it.” All this is thanks to Lady Dawson. (If Second Life has royalty, she is our queen. We are all noobs beside her. I recite this, much like a benediction).

I try to imbue this spirit into my partner, when she tells me things like “Models don’t make money. They do it for the free clothes and love of fashion. That’s how it is.” Well I say “who decides such things?”

Fashionistas wont work for Slut Magazine because it’s porn? Sure they will. They HAVE. They DO. We PAY for work around here. Hehehe. Slut Magazine PREDATES the Porn Industry. Porn was born (as an INDUSTRY) when Jennnnna Jameson started a blog and formed an in world group. She passed out tags and quietly organized an INDUSTRY.

These newly minted porn noobs told me I was NOT a pornographer because I didn’t shoot or star in films. I, Jumpman Lane, was JUST a blogger. Like this was some kind of lower caste. Now, I didn’t create the first instance of porn in Second Life. Marylin Murphy did that when she started Players Magazine. I did not organize porn into an industry. Jennnnna DEFINITELY did that. (Though I DID encourage that gal to blog as I encourage EVERYBODY to blog, one day while sitting in my hot tub after I finished shooting Jennnnna’s cover pix for my lil rag. I was one of the first to FOLLOW that blog she created and one of the FIRST to join *The Pornstars*, that group she famously formed. Never mind, the fact that I’ve been booted out of it by her minions TWICE caws I’m ever The Lil Troublemaker 😛 ).
So, I created The Pixel X Awards. I gave $300 USD in prizes in a contest in which The People voted who was who and what was what in that fledgling porn industry because WHATEVER I was. SLUT. MAGAZINE. MADE. MONEY. I’m still spending Lindens from late two thousand and eight. Say WERD! So, we make our own rules. Monies motivates.

Second Life is a grand adventure. Lighting should flash and thunder should crack every time you set foot on the GRID! Nobody can tell you what you can and cannot DO. This is the way I face Second Life thanks to Lady Dawson. I don’t take SL “as is” so I see the omissions. I glimpse the opportunities. This is how I encourage my girlfriend. This is how I encourage you all. (I been saying it for years. Google it.): “I’m onna forced march alla way to the bank with mine! I’m goin to The Promised Land. Walk with me or get the F*CK outta the way! Before ya get run the f*ck ova!”

-Founder, Slut Magazine
Enfant terrible!
The King of Second Life