Polly Nor: Devils For The Rest Of Us
No sooner did I discover this week’s artist than she was blowing up — a Juxtopoz article here, a Nylon feature there, interviews all over — and for good reason. Sure, everyone is fascinated by the modern-day woman, but Polly Nor takes it to a new level, without vanity, without shame, and without clothes.
Plus, the devil.
But this devil is in your corner; your lover, your best friend, your reflection. This devil is the part of you that is so cool you can’t believe it, and so horrendous you’d strangle it if you knew how. Relatable, yes. Obvious, also, yes. And super fun to look at? Yes, yes, yes.
From that kickass color palette to stunning scenes of unadulterated, picture-perfect masturbation, Polly Nor is putting onto paper what many of us ladies feel all the time: self-hatred and self-love swirling together into some godforsaken tornado of doubt, facade, jubilation, and light-hearted cynicism.
