Fashion
Luella Bartley
Hui-Hui
Peter Jensen
Katie Gallagher

Entertainment
Alan Ball
Summer Bishil
Dr. Dog
Nima Nourizadeh
Chuck Palahniuk
Anthology Recodrings
Marina Zenovich
Zimmerman/Berg

Artists
Desireé Holman
Corndawg
Matt Furie
Molly Landreth
Matthew Lock
Nikolay Saveliev
Christopher Schulz
Darren Sylvester

Fiction
24 Hours on L16
Nobody Eats Oranges...
Some Mornings

Pinups is a minimalist porn rag. There are no punny headlines on its cover; no steamy advice columns, fluff interviews, or smutty cartoons to be found inside. Each wordless page of the magazine makes up one abstract fraction of a fragmented image. Readers (viewers?) have the implied choice of either appreciating Pinups as an objet d’art in its original form, or taking the pages out of their binding and reconstructing the original image as– you guessed it– a giant (5'8" by 2'7") pin-up.

It’s so deceptively simple at first glance that you probably won’t notice Pinups is a quiet revolution. For decades, there have been magazines celebrating the sex appeal of men outside the mainstream gay physical ideal, through sub-culture publications like Bear, 100% Beef, and most recently the ultra-hip Butt magazine. The idea of hirsute, chubby, or bearded men being attractive is nothing new– but Pinups is unique in presenting its subjects as plainly erotic, without the trappings that come along with qualifying them (or the magazine itself) as "bear," or "leather," or even "gay".

Like the blown-up images on its pages, Pinups blows up the very idea of a centerfold, making the image’s simple declaration about its subject more important than the trivializing cultural politics of ordinary gay publications. The models are neither exoticized nor fetishized– there’s no Other-ness in sight. “This guy is hot,” is all Pinups seems to say, and that’s something rather new.