Food Porn (or, How We Learned to Stop Worrying and Just Embrace All of Our Fetishes, Sexual or Non).

This may seem like it comes completely out of left field. But if you know us at all, you know that we're food people. Most of our life here in Brooklyn is driven by food. Cocktails. Speciality markets. Farmers' markets. And the sheer quantity of like-minded people that surround us at all times.

Our pleasures lie in the most basic pleasures of life. We like good food, good booze, good sex and good art. And we don't ever tire of any of them. Constantly searching for the next amazing thing to eat, that booze we hadn't heard of yet and just how to use it, a cooking technique or ingredient we've never encountered, a record that knocks us on our ass.

Do you guys have loud sex? Is this a problem for your neighbors?

What do you think? Those moans you hear on our videos are 100% authentic.

However, the neighbors, of which we've had many by now, have never said a thing. Though they've complained about our music at times, which is less loud than our sex FOR SURE.

Maybe they like hearing us as much as you all do...

Ask us anything. Make it filthy.

Home.

As we looked through our collection of saved images this Sunday over coffee, we started to get this idea about some of them that they felt like home.

We can't exactly pinpoint what it is about the images in particular.

Maybe it's the familiar objects (Chucks, Hitachi's, goosebumps on huge tits, smiles, animal prints) that makes these all feel so comfortable.

Maybe it's the vague sexiness of it all, even if it shows nothing. The intimacy that hides beneath it all. The other side of the camera being a source of trust and comfort.

Maybe it's just that they're fucking hot.

Maybe you should just look at them already...