Saturday, 31 December 2011

Self lurve

Just a single, tiny image of this staggeringly sexy man, but it will serve to illustrate my point, I think.


A kind reader sent me some self-portraits showing me his fantastic winkie, but he kept his T-shirt on because he didn't like the rest of his body. Bodies are wonderful, and the photo in this post shows how alluring and sexy a body can be which is not gym-pumped or sculpted. Love yourself.

Giving head

Well, now, this is rather special: a photographer who takes lots of images of headless ordinary bodies.


I'm not usually wild about headless exhibitionism. It seems like such a dumb contradiction in terms.


In fact, it's a sort of failure of commitment. Either you are an exhibitionist and proud of it, or you're just a bit of an uncommitted sad case.


But so relentless and inventive is this photographer and his chums I'm inclined to give them the benefit of any lingering doubts.


And I love the constant comparisons of his friends' very varied winkies.


Even the occasional artlessly posed shot is not too disturbing:


And let's end here, with a fascinating contrast (and note that ugly elastic stretch mark. No pretensions here):


Please don't now send me a rash of headless exhibitionist self-portraits. Not unless there's at least one headshot in there. And I'm not just talking about your willy...

More new stations

That's completely infuriating. Within 24 hours of posting about the redevelopment of Farringdon station (see below) I discovered two brilliant aerial views that, had I known about at the time, would have featured prominently.


In that shot the two original trainshed roofs can be seen, side-by-side, with the new overall roof above them (the 1920s main station entrance is towards the bottom of the picture and, just below it, you can see some of the roof lights of the new Thameslink concourse. The new Turnmill Street side entrance is the long grey strip to the right). The right-hand trainshed is over the original station, the terminus of the world's first underground railway which opened in 1863.

Here's a wider-angle view of the whole area:


In this shot you can see the vast scale of the new Thameslink concourse, immediately below the original station entrance. The huge hole in the ground to the left of it is for the Crossrail concourse; when that line opens (in 2018) Farringdon will be the interchange for the two major cross-London rail arteries, making it one of the most significant railway junctions in the country.

Incidentally, in that last shot you can just see a building in which I lived for five years. Can you guess which one?! At the very bottom of the photo you can just see the roofs of Smithfield meat market. How appropriate.

Equally irritating, here's an aerial view of West Hampstead Thameslink:


The smart new concourse is centre-bottom (note the lovely green wall stretching up to the main road), and you can see the rather nifty new passenger footbridge and lifts that extrude from it.

Friday, 30 December 2011

Am I asking for Too Much?

I'm in two minds. At first glance, this chap appears to have everything I could possibly want:


I mean, that body hair. Utterly wonderful. I could imagine spending hours -- days, even -- just gently playing my fingers through it...


And while he's a bit skinny, he's not overly muscly in a steroid-abuse way.


And he has an extraordinary bottom. Quite extraordinary.


God, that body hair. Mesmerising.

And then the climactic killer: he has a Giant Mutant Winkie:


Damnit, I knew he was too good to be true. Staggering body. Amazing. Though it would be nice if, just once, he would actually smile, maybe?

New stations

In one of those strange accidents of fate (or possibly it was programmed, what do I know?), the last few days have seen a positive rash of new station openings in London. Here's a quick jog around three, starting with the new South Bank station at Blackfriars:


This is a delightful station (really it's a new entrance to an existing station), a Modernist egg laid next to the ancient railway bridge that stretches over the Thames. New stairways have been cantilevered out to enable passengers to reach the platforms that soar above:


Inside, all the beautiful Victorian brick has been cleaned and neatly integrated into the structure:


You emerge onto the platforms. The new overall roof is clearly unfinished and is, for my taste, a little low (probably a planning requirement to keep the bridge silhouette low) but at least they seem to have learned some of the lessons from the wretched extension at St Pancras since these platforms already feel flooded with daylight:


The next opening is a bit further up the line, at Farringdon. Here a simple but rather lovely overall roof has been placed over most of the previously uncovered part of the station (at this point it is a four track affair, with Underground tracks to the right, and Thameslink tracks to the left):


A new side entrance on Turnmill Street has opened, again lovely original brick sensitively cleaned and made into a feature:


The new main entrance to the Thameslink platforms, on Cowcross Street, is simply vast, a reflection of the huge volumes of people who now use this previously unloved through-route:


You reach the platforms down wide, open stairs, all glass and vistas and natural daylight:


And above your head, rather elegantly engineered footbridges criss-cross the space:


Farringdon is not yet finished, not by a long way, but it is already obvious that it will be a rather elegant crossroads for the two major new cross-London railway lines.

A little further north, West Hampstead Thameslink is finished:


This is a relatively unimportant station serving a local community, but it's been designed as a rather elegant Miesian box:


There is little here that is superfluous, but it uses the best traditions of London railway architecture to great effect -- notice that lime-green wall of tiles to the right, that stretches out and becomes a full-height back-wall inside the station:


It continues in a loooong wall outside, to the end of the road, a homage to Frank Lloyd Wright, maybe, but the colourful tiles also serve to drag your eye from the main road to the station, the traditional vivid colours being absolutely appropriate for a London railway station:


From the back, the station looks simple and classy, the back of the tiled wall here just a gentle cream horizontal, paired with the horizontal greys of the footbridges and lifts.


For me, some modern station architecture is simply too drab (the Thameslink platforms at St Pancras are particularly sterile spaces), but some of these new stations show great promise. Fingers crossed.

To finish, and in contrast with the new West Hampstead Thameslink here's how exactly the same sort of station type was built by the Victorians -- just around the corner, West Hampstead Overground:


The station entrance is obviously a "public building", but it's relatively tiny. And from the platforms below, the modest scale of the whole structure can clearly be seen:


Perhaps unsurprisingly, maybe those pioneers just couldn't see the sheer volumes of people that would ultimately use their railways.

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Photographic fun

One of my favourite models now has a new photo shoot. God, this man is a, well, God:


And the second shot proves that photography can be a contact sport. I can't tell you how sick with jealousy I am...


I love the model's expressions in this set, all exuberant smilyness.


And, after the climax, he inspects the almost inevitable consequences of sexual stimulation:


I don't know how the photographer manages to keep his hands off this model in so many of the shots. His heart must be made of stone.

American "football". Really?

At first glance, Friday Night Lights is not my sort of programme. Not at all.


Set in the world of high school American football, a "sport" about which I know little and care less, it's based in the arse-end of Texas, a state whose wacky religious values, odd judicial "system", and generally conservative lifestyle I find pretty repugnant (don't worry: the feeling is mutual).


It's a world where the women have big hair and bigger cleavages. And where real men pad up and engage in yearning homoerotic glances.


That Friday Night Lights makes this mixture compelling is testimony to good writing and great acting. It also features one of the most intriguing marriages on telly:


Of course, the presence of testosterone-charged hot boy-totty doesn't hurt its watchability either, and there, King of the Lust Objects, is the staggeringly sexy Taylor Kitsch:


Taylor was previously a Top Model, with a set of abs to prove it:


Intriguingly, I'm also finding Coach Taylor sort of, er, well, attractive, actually...


I loved the first three seasons and, after a hiatus of a couple of years, I've now got the final two series in the inevitable box sets. Four was a hum-dinger, and tonight I start the fifth and final season when, among other delights, they promise to introduce me to this upstanding-looking character:


Friday Night Lights: I still despise American football, but with not quite so much vehemence as I did before. And that's some praise indeed.

Oh, brother

Some Freudian analysts apparently believe homosexuality is an intensified and sexualised version of a Narcissism complex.


I have no idea whether or not that's true, but it might explain why I find erotic photos of brothers or twins so, er, erotic.


I'm sure these are perfectly innocent studies of the two relatives, but I can't help seeing an insanely charged sexual energy. Yeah, I like that.

Monday, 26 December 2011

Grisly but gripping

I love the exuberant madness of this wonderful photographic sequence:


The only thing that could have made it better would have been if the photographer had actually let us see the model's willy...


But, you know what? So lovely is this concept, and so delicious the execution with that magical light, that I think I can forgive him.


Sunbeds are, of course, the work of the Devil, absurdly pointless machines which prey on our stupid vanity and make everyone who uses them look orange.


(That shot, above, reminds me of Christian Bale in much under-rated movie American Psycho, incidentally).


Utterly wonderful sequence. I wish I had thought of doing it.