Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
The Art of Leo Rydell Jost
Writes Abi at Gayletter:
[Leo's] drawings, which are a combination of paper cut outs, tracing paper and other stuff from the garbage that he glues together, are effortless and arranged in a very casual way, he explained to me, "I don't usually have much control over what I'm working on . . . it's not so much about symbolism nor meaning of what you are trying to put behind things, it’s almost completely aesthetic. . . I'm always working with the computer, so I emulated the way I worked with Photoshop: layers, opacity, cut/ paste . . ."
To visit the archive of Leo's tumblr site, click here.
See also the previous posts:
• The Art of Jim Ferringer
• The Art of Juliusz Lewandowski
• The Art of Felix d'Eon
• The Art of Herbert List
• The Art of Joe Ziolkowski
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Bel Homme
Was it just a dream?
I couldn't tell if you were really real.
Was it just a dream,
A dream that I could see and touch and feel?
All through the night
I held you close to me and loved you so.
But with the light
You turned to me and said you had to go . . .
I couldn't tell if you were really real.
Was it just a dream,
A dream that I could see and touch and feel?
All through the night
I held you close to me and loved you so.
But with the light
You turned to me and said you had to go . . .
Image: Subject and photographer unknown.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Brown and Beyond
Write George Ewart Evans and David Thomson in The Leaping Hare:
The most common hare of England is called the brown hare . . . but ["brown" is a word that doesn't really] describe that mixture of grey, fawn, yellow, black and brown which distinguishes it from the even colour of a brown cow or horse. Its winter coat is reddish, though seldom as bright as the foxy russet red of the Irish hare. At a distance, especially on grassland, its summer coat looks darker than a rabbit's, and if you examine it closely which, unless you have a pet one, means examining it dead, you will see that in contrast to the mountain hare, its back is covered with tiny black specks – the black tips of its 'guard hairs' which are longer and coarser than the other hairs. Its chest and abdomen are almost white, also the sides of its face. The inside of its legs and the furry pads of its feet are usually the most beautiful yellowy-gold, often tinged with red. The only part that is pure brown or buff is on the nape of the neck smooth and hidden.
Image: Wayne and Adrian.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
"There is Something Radical About That Patch of Hair"
Writes Noah Michelson about the above image of Nick Jonas:
It's a beautiful photo, but it's also one that you'll rarely see in mainstream media because of one thing: the small patch of hair fanning out across Jonas' lower back and creeping down his ass crack.
An appreciation of body hair in our culture has waxed and waned over the years. Today the male bodies presented to us (and especially to young men and women) as enviable and desirable are often hairless. . . . And when we do see body hair in magazines or movies, it's always controlled and coiffed and constrained to the chest and stomach. Remember the funniest scene in The 40-Year-Old Virgin? It was when Steve Carell got his torso waxed. Whenever that scene plays, we hold our collective breath as Carell undergoes his metamorphosis, mesmerized by the agony (and his hilarious reaction to it) but also relieved by the taming of the beast before our eyes and his implied transformation from wild man into gentleman.
Hairy backs and asses are even bigger jokes. If you have one (and many, many men do), you can't be the leading man; you're someone's gross dad or lecherous bad date.
Until now?
Nick Jonas is certainly no one's creepy uncle, and he's not a niche figure who doesn't get a lot of traction in Hollywood. He's a 22-year-old bona fide celebrity whose tax return may very well list his occupation as "heartthrob." So when I saw his hairy lower back and ass, which could have been erased easily via Photoshop, I got excited because I felt I was seeing what maybe, just maybe, could be interpreted as a breakthrough.
I can already see the comments section of this blog post filling up with responses like "Who cares?" and "Why is this news?" And you're right: This isn't "news." No one else even seems to be thinking, much less writing, about this photo. But before you write me off as just another garden-variety perv (which is totally valid most of the time), I hope you'll consider how important visibility is for creating change.
As more and more queer people come out and we gain more and more "possibility models" (as Laverne Cox has so eloquently put it) in the media, we feel more permission to be exactly who we are, and I believe the same is true for body image. Imagine being a 22-year-old guy and feeling ashamed about your own hairy back or hairy ass and seeing that image. Or imagine being an 18-year-old young woman and seeing that photo and having to readjust your idea of what sexy is. Even in queer culture, with our bears and otters and cubs and wolves, we're no stranger to shaming bodies – our own and each other's – and tiny, but visible, moments like this one are important for us too.
I'm not claiming that this photo is some kind of furry panacea for all that ails us. Of course Nick Jonas' body conforms to (or surpasses) societal norms in many ways, and seeing it could inspire body shaming or set unrealistic expectations for some people. I'm also not claiming that men shouldn't shave or wax or laser their bodies if that's what they prefer, but I would like to at least raise the question of why hairlessness is the preference for so many of us and address the stigma that often comes with being hairy. And let's face it: Jonas isn't exactly hirsute, but I believe there is something radical about that patch of hair – however small, however innocent – climbing out of his jeans in the pages of Flaunt. And I think it's worth pointing out and talking about, because this is how our culture begins to change – one image at a time – and because I want to celebrate progress – however modest – wherever I find it, even (especially?) if it's in Nick Jonas' hairy ass crack.
See also the previous posts:
• Beauty and the Beard
• Talking Scruff
• Going Floral
• "Don't Fence Me In"
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Moon Hare
Image: "Moon Hare" by Rachel Toll, a watercolour artist based in Devon. Says Toll: "I love painting and gain inspiration from the landscapes, wildlife, the coasts of Devon and Cornwall."
Thursday, November 6, 2014
The Art of Jim Ferringer
"My goal as a photographer is to depict
my vision of male beauty through my lens."
my vision of male beauty through my lens."
See also the previous posts:
• The Art of Juliusz Lewandowski
• The Art of Felix d'Eon
• The Art of Herbert List
• The Art of Joe Ziolkowski
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
Boys Will Be Boys VIII
Image: Subject and photographer unknown.
See also the previous posts:
• Just in Time for Halloween
• Hallowtide Transformations
• Halloween Hare
Monday, October 27, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
A Curious Fact
Writes Simon Carnell in Hare:
Unlike rabbits with their well-known propensity to multiply to extreme pest and even plague proportions . . . hares generally regulate their population density at levels far below the carrying capacity of a given environment. . . . The apparent self-regulation of their numbers by hare populations in general has led to at least the speculation that their social behavior must be more complex than previously thought -- though 'speculation' is very much the operative word. It remains a curious fact that hares have been relatively little studied, with even their primary characteristics and behaviors remaining open to much further inquiry.
Image: Jon Evans.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
In the Arena II
See also the previous posts:
• In the Arena
• Wrestling: "The Heterosexually Acceptable Form of Homosexual Foreplay"
• The Domain of Eros
• Olympic Male Beauty
• Olympic Male Beauty II
• Ball[s] Sports
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Autumn Hare III
Image: "Autumn Hare" by Jemima Jameson.
See also the previous posts:
• Autumn Hare
• Autumn Hare II
• Autumn Hare (2008)
• Autumn Beauty
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Standing Ovations
The following is excerpted from Mark Shenton's December 23, 2010 commentary "The Full Monty," which is about what one blogger calls the "best hung theatrical heroes."
I recently wrote here about critics getting too personal in reviews, following the furore that engulfed Alastair Macaulay of the New York Times for his characterisation of the Sugar Plum Fairy in a New York City Ballet production of The Nutcracker having consumed too many sugar plums herself. But as Michael Coveney suggested in his blog on Tuesday, “A performer gets on a stage and performs. With heart, mind and body. All three are fair game for critics, and being rude or not simply doesn’t come into it. What an actor, or a dancer, looks like is what critics write about.”
And if a performer goes naked, it should, to follow this reasoning, be fair game for their particular attributes to be commented on, too.
Critics, of course, often do, particularly if the performer doesn’t exactly measure up, so to speak. I have previously written here how Mark Lawson once commented adversely on Ian Holm’s manhood when he appeared naked during the storm scene in a National Theatre production of King Lear, and how Holm replied in his autobiography that the comments have “stayed with me, so I suppose they must have hit some kind of nerve.” But Holm gets his revenge: “Even disregarding Lawson’s own physical shortcomings (the liver lips, the pudgy plasticine face, the old man’s prematurely balding dome), I am not convinced that his no doubt enormous cock would not also have dwindled after a cold bath in front of several thousand people.”
Ian McKellen, playing the same role for the RSC (and likewise stripping), on the other hand drew this admiring, even slavering, review from New York critic Michael Portantiere, in which he noted, “Special note for those who care about such things: In a brief nude scene, McKellen amply demonstrates the truth of Lear’s statement that he is ‘every inch a king’.” No wonder that Derek Jacobi, now playing the role for the Donmar, has publicly declared in an interview with Dominic Cavendish in the Daily Telegraph: “I can’t compete!!”. . . and so he doesn’t try and remains fully clothed during that scene.
When Daniel Radcliffe, the Harry Potter film wizard, famously showed his own personal wand as he made his stage debut in the lead role of Equus, a role that involved a prolonged nude scene, he told the New York Times when he reprised the role there that he suffered from what he called Michelangelo’s David Effect. [According to Radcliffe] David “wasn’t very well endowed, because he was fighting Goliath. There was very much of that effect. You tighten up like a hamster. The first time it happened, I turned around and went, ‘You know, there’s a thousand people here, and I don’t think even one of them would expect you to look your best in this situation.’”
Nicholas de Jongh, then theatre critic of the Evening Standard, however, clearly expected more, declaring that “never in modern times has such excitement been stirred by the prospect of viewing a very few inches of adolescent male flesh”.
The very phrasing, of course, proves that nude scenes in the theatre do undoubtedly cause a frisson and sexual tension that isn’t necessarily to do with the character at all but about the actor’s own exposure of something far more intimate. And in any case, I heard from separate reports over the course of the New York run that far from suffering the David Effect, appearing in Equus proved to be sheer theatrical Viagra for young Mr Radcliffe, who was more man than boy as the play increasingly stirred him to attention.
A similar thing happened to Eddie Izzard when he appeared in a nude scene in the West End play Lenny with co-star Elizabeth Berkley, and rose to the occasion in every sense, so to speak. As Max Bialystock says to Ulla after her audition in The Producers, “Even though we’re sitting down, Mr Bloom and I are giving you a standing ovation,” so it seems that both Mr Radcliffe and Mr Izzard wanted to lead the standing ovations.
To read Mark Shenton's commentary in its entirety, click here.
See also the previous posts:
• Hard
• Not a Weapon or a Mere Tool
• Body and Soul
• Rethinking the Normal Penis
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I recently wrote here about critics getting too personal in reviews, following the furore that engulfed Alastair Macaulay of the New York Times for his characterisation of the Sugar Plum Fairy in a New York City Ballet production of The Nutcracker having consumed too many sugar plums herself. But as Michael Coveney suggested in his blog on Tuesday, “A performer gets on a stage and performs. With heart, mind and body. All three are fair game for critics, and being rude or not simply doesn’t come into it. What an actor, or a dancer, looks like is what critics write about.”
And if a performer goes naked, it should, to follow this reasoning, be fair game for their particular attributes to be commented on, too.
Critics, of course, often do, particularly if the performer doesn’t exactly measure up, so to speak. I have previously written here how Mark Lawson once commented adversely on Ian Holm’s manhood when he appeared naked during the storm scene in a National Theatre production of King Lear, and how Holm replied in his autobiography that the comments have “stayed with me, so I suppose they must have hit some kind of nerve.” But Holm gets his revenge: “Even disregarding Lawson’s own physical shortcomings (the liver lips, the pudgy plasticine face, the old man’s prematurely balding dome), I am not convinced that his no doubt enormous cock would not also have dwindled after a cold bath in front of several thousand people.”
Ian McKellen, playing the same role for the RSC (and likewise stripping), on the other hand drew this admiring, even slavering, review from New York critic Michael Portantiere, in which he noted, “Special note for those who care about such things: In a brief nude scene, McKellen amply demonstrates the truth of Lear’s statement that he is ‘every inch a king’.” No wonder that Derek Jacobi, now playing the role for the Donmar, has publicly declared in an interview with Dominic Cavendish in the Daily Telegraph: “I can’t compete!!”. . . and so he doesn’t try and remains fully clothed during that scene.
When Daniel Radcliffe, the Harry Potter film wizard, famously showed his own personal wand as he made his stage debut in the lead role of Equus, a role that involved a prolonged nude scene, he told the New York Times when he reprised the role there that he suffered from what he called Michelangelo’s David Effect. [According to Radcliffe] David “wasn’t very well endowed, because he was fighting Goliath. There was very much of that effect. You tighten up like a hamster. The first time it happened, I turned around and went, ‘You know, there’s a thousand people here, and I don’t think even one of them would expect you to look your best in this situation.’”
Nicholas de Jongh, then theatre critic of the Evening Standard, however, clearly expected more, declaring that “never in modern times has such excitement been stirred by the prospect of viewing a very few inches of adolescent male flesh”.
The very phrasing, of course, proves that nude scenes in the theatre do undoubtedly cause a frisson and sexual tension that isn’t necessarily to do with the character at all but about the actor’s own exposure of something far more intimate. And in any case, I heard from separate reports over the course of the New York run that far from suffering the David Effect, appearing in Equus proved to be sheer theatrical Viagra for young Mr Radcliffe, who was more man than boy as the play increasingly stirred him to attention.
A similar thing happened to Eddie Izzard when he appeared in a nude scene in the West End play Lenny with co-star Elizabeth Berkley, and rose to the occasion in every sense, so to speak. As Max Bialystock says to Ulla after her audition in The Producers, “Even though we’re sitting down, Mr Bloom and I are giving you a standing ovation,” so it seems that both Mr Radcliffe and Mr Izzard wanted to lead the standing ovations.
To read Mark Shenton's commentary in its entirety, click here.
See also the previous posts:
• Hard
• Not a Weapon or a Mere Tool
• Body and Soul
• Rethinking the Normal Penis
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Communion
com·mu·nion (noun): a close relationship
with someone or something.
with someone or something.
See also the previous posts:
• "I Have Become Your Brother . . . One of Your Kin"
• Creature of Mystery, Creature of Magic
• Emanation
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Bronze Hare
Above: "Bronze Hare" by Belinda Sillars.
On her website it's noted that "Belinda Sillars is a renowned sculptor of extraordinary talent. Her bronze wildlife sculptures have developed from a love of wildlife since childhood . . . a very rare and natural talent that captures the true character of her subjects."
Friday, August 22, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
This Fleeting Journey
Beautiful and precious one,
take care on this fleeting journey,
one so full of danger and despair.
take care on this fleeting journey,
one so full of danger and despair.
Image: Photographer unknown.
Words: The Leveret.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
The Art of Juliusz Lewandowski
According to his Saatchi Art website, Polish artist Juliusz Lewandowski is a "self taught painter, cooperating with Sopot Auction House in Warsaw, the Museum of Eroticism in Cracow, and the Catarine Miller Gallery in London.
To view more of and/or purchase Lewandowski's artwork, click here, here, and here.
See also the previous posts:
• The Art of Felix d'Eon
• The Art of Herbert List
• The Art of Joe Ziolkowski
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