samedi 31 août 2013

About a boy's face: iconic pic


Such a face is a whole book to read, a novel to read, a poem to sing, a symphony or an opera to listen too...

I feel speechless by the strength of this pic, by the power of this face expression...

A boy in the sand dunes


Grace of an unknown Ephebe


A boy's smile

Sometimes I wonder why I created this blog, why I post pics and texts for unknown readers from all around the world...

This blog is like a diary... Or a weather report... Smart and sensitive readers probably guess easily when my inner sky is cloudy or when it is illuminated by the sun light...

Today, it is dark and cloudy...

Writing is sometimes a way to scatter the clouds, or at least a way to look at the sky from a different standpoint...

Poems, fragments of novels, quotations, comments and afterthoughts provide me with various literary and discursive forms for expressing what I feel, what I think, what I imagine...

Pics of cute boys, at the step of maturity, are a trigger for my dreams and ramblings...

Looking at pics, dreaming about the boys they display, trying to understand why they are so fascinating, why they create so many harmonics within me... Looking at the pics again, and at the boys, and trying to imagine who they could be, how they move, how they speak, how stupid they are, how smart and serious they could be, how they love, how they want to be loved, how they would consider an elder gay man being in love with them...

Such ramblings and questions sometimes make me smile and laugh, they even make me happy when I imagine a possible love story... Sometimes, they just make me feel more lonely and sad, since they draw, in a very straight way, the border between dream and reality...

At least, the smile of this cute boy, wearing a blue bermuda, is like a shining sun for me in this evening of the last day of August month...

Iconic pic: about a vintage teen boy


There is such a gap between you and me, or rather, so many gaps... Temporal gap, first... This pic was shot in the late '70s... You were a shining teen boy... Now, you are probably a 50y old man...

I am looking at you today, in 2013, on a computer screen, and indeed you cannot see me... I look at the cute teen boy you were, and you are no more... You are so to say frozen in the cyberspace, in the cyber times... You are young forever...

You are a pic, an icon... And I am a real and a living guy, at least I hope so... Looking at this pic of yours inspires me thoughts, questions, emotions, dreams, desires... and I am trying to express them as I can, while I write this post on my blog...

You will never know what I feel while looking at this pic... And I will never know either what you were thinking about, at the precise time this pic was shot... I am fascinated by what this pic suggests, but does not show... You seem so lost in your thoughts, with your gaze focussed on your inner self, with your left hand caressing gently your torsoe...

This pic moves me and makes me dream and desire because you offer your beauty, your shining body and face of a teen boy at the peak of his youth... And at the same time, this pic is just mirroring my gaze, my desire, my fascination, without answering my own questions: why do I dream about you ? About this pic of an unknown teen boy, shot 30y ago or more ? What is this strange balance of nostalgia and desire, of introspection and aesthetic appraisal I am trying to express in this post... ?

I guess we could have been lovers, you could be my boy friend... Perhaps it is still possible... I just have to go across the frame of this pic and to join you in the vintage world where you are lying forever on the sand, on the beach, feeling the sun's warmth caressing your smooth body...


jeudi 29 août 2013

Eery face


Black lovers


Secrete World

Where are you now, my beloved friend, where are you gone ?
You are so close to me, my sweet bed fellow, I feel your quiet breathe,
But you are so far away, in a world of your own, a world where I cannot follow you...

Soon, I hope, I will fall asleep too, and I will join you in this secrete world,
Where lovers are together, after the days and the nights of their earthly life...
You look so peaceful and serene, and happy and quiet, your whole face and body are shining with beauty...

Soon I will join you in this secrete world where lovers meet, 
And infinite caresses and embraces and sweet loving words we will share,
In the deep of the night, in the deep of our dreams, just you and me...

Ephèbe sur les rochers


Iconic Pic

I love this pic found on the web, because it expresses so well the mythology of the male teenager, with a light vintage touch... There is something in the light, in the focus on the boy and in the way the background is blurred that let me think this pic was shot in the 70's or the early '80s, with a reflex camera and not with a digital camera... The colors are warm and there is something so sweet in the way light and shade is caressing this boy's face...

I love also his relaxed attitude, the way he let his hands free, I love his white short and his blue tee-shirt...

I am not unsensitive to his muscular legs and tighs, and also to his beautiful and smooth face...

While looking at this pic today, I think I could have fallen in love with this boy... Once again, I can almost hear his voice, see his smile and feel the way he walks and moves...

Most of the iconic pics I select in this blog could be the starting point of a love story, at least, they are powerful and provocative enough to make me fall in love...

To my desire and longing, the vintage patina of this pic adds a subtle touch of nostalgia...

mercredi 28 août 2013

Light and shades


Platonician variation

"I love the sublime perfection mirrored in an ephebe's body,
Grace and youth, and a beauty somewhere in between, beyond gender,
The beauty of ephebes, closest to gods than to men and women's beauty...

A beautiful body to caress is nothing without a boy's face and gaze to shed a spiritual light upon it...
A body is just a reflection, an illusion, a mirage... A boy's true beauty lies in his soul...
And looking at his face, I see a god's gaze and soul, I see beauty itself, its idea, its concept...

Caresses, embraces and kisses introduce a boy lover at the gate, at the gate of the soul, of true beauty,
And the beauty of a boy's soul  will inspire the lover forever, even when his body matured
And when the teen boy became a grown up man..." 

Erotianos of Alexandria, Epigrams about beauty, IId century AD (translation is my own)



Boy landscape


Do you remember ?

Do you remember the happy days, the happy days of our youth, the happy days of our love story,
When nothing else mattered, where the whole world vanished, except you and me...

Do your remember the days and the nights, the dreams and the joys, sadness and love,
When we shared everything, mind and body, our past and future, in an ever-lasting present...

Do you remember our tears and our laughs, our talks and our silence,
When the two boys we were became just one soul and one body, so close, so united...

I know it was long ago, and those fond memories, beyond the pain, inspire me hope,
Hope I will meet again, today, tomorrow, next week, next month the loving boy friend I cannot forget

mardi 27 août 2013

Blossoming Youth


Douceur


Dark eyes: iconic pic

For a skilled and a sensitive viewer, pics may also offer harmonics to hear, a message to listen to...

Obviously this cute teen boy allows the viewer to get a fleeting glimpse of his feelings and thoughts... His face and his eyes mirror his soul... And it is this soul's beauty that illuminates this face...

I love the sweet, gentle and tender expression of this boy's gaze... What is he dreaming about ? 

The most evocative pics, for me, are those raising questions without answering them...

They open a free space for the viewer's gaze and imagination: why does this intimate pic of a teen boy with a black tee shirt, a golden necklace and so beautiful eyes move me so much ?

dimanche 25 août 2013

A boy's face...


... is an horizon... an horizon to reach... an horizon to dream about... an horizon of memories and dreams...

A boy's face is a lanscape too... A landscape to contemplate at the sunrise and at the sunset... A landscape to walk through, with the tip of my fingers, with my kissing lips...

A boy's face is the beginning of a story, and indeed, such stories should never end up... never...

A boy's face would be my harbor, the place I would love to stay in, to put an end to my endless journeys...

Eyes and lips, and the unique harmony between a boy's face and his hairs will let me know I reached the harbor, the end of my journey, the one I dreamt to love, the one who will love me...

Thoughts (and afterthoughts) about a pic found on the web

You are the question... But you are the answer too...
What is at play between you and me ?
Who shot this photograph, since, obviously it is not a self-pic ?
And why was this pic posted on the web ?
And why did I find it and choose to download it ?

I am seduced by your beauty and your grace,
I am puzzled and fascinated by your face expression...
No smile, focussed eyes... Who are you looking at in such a serious way ?

You are playing with your body... You are stretching, like a young cat...
You are playing with the photographer's gaze, with the gaze of the viewer of the photographs...

You are playing, but at the same time, you are asking a question: "Why me ? Why you ?"
Who is this unknown viewer whose gaze helps you to know who you are, why you are here ?

For the viewer I am, you raise the question of the links between mind and body,
Between your inner and unique being and the generic category of teen and twink boys on the net...

You invite the viewer to answer a few questions: "Why do I look at this pic ? At this boy ?
What do I feel while looking at this pic, at this boy ? What is the object of my desire ?"

Is it possible to answer your questions in a straight way ? I don't think so...
The issues at stake are just so complex, so unclear for me...

I feel I am asking you far more questions than those you want me to answer...
I am just wondering why I am so attracted by this pic, and by the boy beyond this pic...

But this boy will remain for ever an abstraction, a matter of imagination for me...

Perhaps I am so fascinated by this pic, because it mirrors me, my own story, my own soul...

I am fascinated by this ideal and dreamt cute boy because I see something like the reflection of my own desire...




Pour Jean, ex Anonyme, Censuré, Xristoph....

Bon, allez, sans rancune ? 
Je pense que vous ne devriez pas être totalement insensible à ces souvenirs du siècle passé ?
Un commentaire lyrique et sensible ?

About a blond angel: imaginary memories

"It was in the '70s, you were a teen boy at the peak of his youth, and you enjoyed the sea and the beach, sun and sand, surf and fun, and just hanging around with your friends and looking at girls...

It was in the 70's and you wore a checked shirt and jeans, sneakers and a wrist band, well the casual gear of college boys...
First, you took your checked shirt off, and it revealed a tee shirt so short that it emphasized your torso, your arms, and you offered to the viewer a glimpse on your stomach and your belly button...

Ooopss... You noticed I was looking at you and that I was taking pictures....

 I looked at the sea and at the seagulls,
You feel reassured, and you looked at the sea and at the seagulls too...

 Time to start step 2 of the undressing process: taking your pants off. It is the most delicate step, and it requires care, attention and precision. You should take just your pants off, but not the undies... Otherwise... Well, it would be a disaster... So, keep focussed, remove slowly your blue jeans... Yes, it is hard, it requires precise gestures...

 Well, you are almost done... Congratulations... ! But... I cannot believe it... Your pants can be divided in two parts ? Come on... ! I was expecting a speedo ! Teen boys are so modest and chaste... Or... They just have common sense... Modular clothes, that is modernity...


While taking off a part of your jeans, you slowly unveil so delicate and milky tighs and legs that I should forgive you for this unexpected trick... 

 Well, sorry to disturb you, you should stay focussed... The delicate process of your undressing is not over...
 You are almost done... And you forgot me and my camera... From your face expression, I can guess the amount of attention involved in the whole process...

 Well, it was worth waiting to shoot this iconic pic... A vintage teen boy, blond and cute, proudly advertising a sneakers brand... I am proud of this pic... I caught your unique beauty and innocent grace, I caught a moment of your teen years, and I made you young forever, since I look now at this pic shot almost 40 years ago...

 You are so beautiful, while you are walking to the sea with your surf board... I love the way you walk on the sand... I love your long and curled blond hairs... I love the memory of my teen years, when I was an angel unaware of his beauty, as you are... I love the idea of young male beauty, as it is reflected by this pic shot almost 40 years ago...

 Well, if I am correct, you are now as old as I am... Perhaps you remember this sunny day, during your summer holidays ? Perhaps you remember the light and the sea, the fun and your desire to play with the waves and the seagulls...

Perhaps you remember all the teen girls looking at you ?

Perhaps you remember the man sitting close to you, with his camera ?

I did not forget you...

Blond and nameless angel
I saw on a beach of Belgium
40 years ago.... "

Fragment of a novel
(I am not the author of these pics)


samedi 24 août 2013