It's probably safe to say that a lot of the folks reading and contributing to POPPORN grew up in the age of legos and less-than-stellar computer graphics. I know I did. My friends and I were those little shits who spent hours upon hours battling our way through the sewers of NYC as one of those jive-talking turtles that were all the rage those days. Before that, we were the little shits who spent day after day assembling Lego castles only to destroy them a day or two after they were finished (and then usually cry about it).

So, as we grow into the smut-critics of the 21st century, I can't help but feel that Jean-Yves Lemoigne knew that such a large part of our generation's consciousness was built out of tiny nondescript squares, and wanted to give us a precious gift that we didn't even know we wanted. A serendipitous synergy of our past, present, and (lord, we can only hope) future, in the form of pixelated smut.

When I glance upon these blocked-out-but-clear-from-a-distance nudes, it reminds me of the many nights I spent as a pubescent 13-year old watching the fuzzy squiggles that when paid for would become the cable porn channel, waiting for those two or three seconds when the picture came in clear enough to grant me my hard-on (which I had no idea what to do with). At that age, finding smut took some work. Not like today, that's for sure. Not that I'm complaining.

Sure, I know I'm over-romanticizing these things, but fuck...I just love the god damn hell out of these shots. I thought maybe you would, too.

(By the way, these shots appear in the latest issue of the French magazine Amusement, which you could probably stand to buy, if you felt so inclined.)

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FUCKIN' NERDS