vendredi 27 septembre 2013

Dreaming about a caress

"Rêve de caresse, si proche, si douce,
Sur ta poitrine dorée, autour de ton cou...

Désir de tendresse, si chaude, si proche,
D'un corps à l'autre, de toi à moi...

J'aime en toi le garçon rêvé, le garçon désiré,
Au corps si lisse, au visage imberbe...

Désir de ton souffle et de tes mains, de tes lèvres et de ton silence,
Entre toi et moi, n'être plus qu'un, aimé aimant...

Du bout des doigts, du bout des lèvres, 
Tout garçon est une terra incognita à explorer...

Me perdre en toi, m'oublier avec toi,
Nos âmes feront l'amour autant que nos corps..."

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2013.

Jose Joya


Ludwig von Hofmann


The Kiss


Tribe of teen boys


Digital Narcissus


Iconic pic

Fascinating pic, where a cute teen boy exposes himself to an invisible gaze, to the photographer, and to anybody who is looking at him right now on his computer's screen...

What is desire ? What is sensuality ? How does a boy feel his own body, his sexual and sensual urge ?


A boy could reach a climax of pleasure by himself... He could also be caressed and loved by a girl or a boy friend...

I love this pic: desire, sensuality could be a suffering... This teen boy looks as a Saint Sebastian... He does not feel pleasure yet... His face mirrors pain...

There is a subtle symbolic interplay, between the boy's milky and smooth body, his white short, and the grey stones of the wall he is leaning on...

The stairs could symbolize the slow ascent of desire and pleasure, until they reach the peak of the "little death"...

Only a boy or a man could decipher what this pic tells and suggests, what it means...

jeudi 26 septembre 2013

Aphorisms on boys and love (Renaud Icard) (3)


 "Le rayonnement de la beauté suffit à la contemplation du sage:
le geste est pour le vulgaire"

Contemplating a shining beauty is enough for the wise man:
Gesture is for the vulgar man"


Renaud Icard, Poèmes et aphorismes sur les garçons et sur l'amour

in: Renaud Icard, Olmetta, Paris, Quintes-feuilles, 2013, p. 107.

Adolescent

"Tout en grâce timide et délicate,
Ton corps a trop vite grandi pour ton visage d'enfant,
Et le creux de tes hanches dessine une silhouette entre deux,
Une silhouette d'adolescent, au-delà du masculin et du féminin.
Ton visage et ton buste imberbes
Reflètent la tendre douceur de ce temps éphémère
Où les garçons hésitent à franchir le seuil de la maturité"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2011.

Digital Narcissus


Tribe of teen boys

Butts on the Beach

Choregraphy


mercredi 25 septembre 2013

Aphorisms on Boys and Love (2)

"Les êtres choisis et aimés font partie de notre silence"

"Selected and loved human beings are a part of our silence"


Renaud Icard, Poèmes et aphorismes sur les garçons et sur l'amour

in: Renaud Icard, Olmetta, Paris, Quintes-feuilles, 2013, p. 107.

Philippe

"We were in the same class, in this college of a small city in the Lyon area, in the early 70's... You were my best friend, I was yours... We were always hanging around together, we had walks in the woods, we went swimming together in rivers, we just spent time together, keeping silent, talking about anything, joking and laughing...

You were my closest friend, my brother, my buddy... We were 15years old... You were a  blond, a gorgeous blond boy, with long hairs and blue eyes, and pink lips, and a smile, a face to die for...

And when after gym we had showers, I was so fascinated by your smooth and milky body, displaying the feline grace of youth, when you streched and played around with hot water and steam...

I was a brune boy, I had some acne on my face and it gave me so many complexes... I was a shy and a introvert boy while you were the shining and radiating ephebe at the peak of his beauty...

I will never forget the first time you kissed me... We were alone, in the shower room of the gymn, and you came close to me, you gently embraced me with your arms, and you give me a first kiss on my cheek, a second and longer kiss on my lips...

This kiss lasted for ever...

I read on your lips, through your breathe, through your closed eyes, through your blond hairs caressing my face a message of love: "I love you", you said to me... "I love you..."

And I answered back, with my lips, with my hands, caressing your shoulders and slowly crossing down the curves of your back, of your butt...

We were aware someone could come anytime, a professor, another boy... But we were in our own world, nothing else, nobody else mattered...

We were two teen boys in love... Nothing else mattered... Our desires were an horizon, our shared pleasure was like a sun crossing the sky of our friendship...

I still remember today, 43 years after, our friendship, our love, the taste of your lips, the feeling of caressing your skin, your hairs caressing my cheeks, the peak of pleasure the both of us reached together, some wet and white drops against my belly, through your tighs...

It was so long ago... We were teen boys, we are now grown up men... I don''t know where you are now, if you are still alive, if you were married and had kids, or if you had a boy friend during your all life...

But I still remember you, Philippe... And I am still in love with your golden hairs, with your milky body, with your pink lips... The boy I was is still in love with the boy you were..."

Fragment of a novel


Tribe of teen boys

Are they brothers ? Or just close friends ? Those three boys have the same necklace, and they share also a common way to look at the cam, at the photographer, and beyond at the viewer, at you, at me...

I read in their eyes the beauty and the innocence of youth, the dawn of a man life...

Their gazes are lakes to dive in and to swim through: beauty, purity, a melody, an horizon...

I can dream for hours about such a pic... It inspires me a complex feeling: sadness, hope, nostalgia, desire, melancholy, love...

Perhaps these teen boys look at the teen boy I was, so many years ago... Too late to join them, to jump through the frame of the photograph....

Aphorisms about boys and love (1)

"Les jeunes apaches sont étrangement racés
Young outlaw boys are distinguished in such a strange way
 ...
L'admirable d'un adolescent, c'est son inconnu
What makes a teen boy admirable is what we do not know about him"

Renaud Icard, Poèmes et aphorismes sur les garçons et sur l'amour

in: Renaud Icard, Olmetta, Paris, Quintes-feuilles, 2013, p. 104-105.


 



vendredi 20 septembre 2013

Smile


Bjorn Andresen


Iconic pic

Why does this pic move me so much ?

First, this photograph is playing with subtle nuances of rose color: rose of the flowers, of the wall behind, of the clothe on the bed, of the boy's skin, lips and cheeks... This variation around a single color creates a beautiful visual harmony.

Then, I am moved by the boy himself... I guess there is some make-up on his face, on his eyelids and on his lips. But I love the tenderness of his pose, the beauty of his face and of his curled hairs, his beardless cheeks, the tenderness of his lips...

I am moved too by the touch of sadness and melancholy on his face...

A late teen boy with flowers at the peak of their blossoming youth and beauty...

Carpe diem could be the legend of this pic...

Ephebe


Love xx


Nostalgy


mercredi 18 septembre 2013

Autumn


A red-head boy lost in his thoughts


Eros in Arcadia


Digital Narcissus


Iconic pic


Some photographs mirror a whole universe of feelings, thoughs, sensations, desires and memories.
Some photographs hide as much as they reveal... They open a room for imagination where the viewer can unfold his own story, the novel in which he is at the same time the writer and one of the characters.

This black and white pics plays with the harmonics of light and shades. It plays with the two teen boys, whose torso and face are just outlined and offered to imagination as much as to the eyes...

I am fascinated by the shade at the background... Is it the shade of the photographer ? Of the two boys ? Or is it the shade of the viewer, the shade I project on this wall while looking at this beautiful pic ?

mardi 10 septembre 2013

Short break


I am just taking a short break. My posts will resume in a few days...

Keep on visiting my blog and browsing the 709 posts available in the archive !

And please, leave comments if you like what you see and what you read...

A blog is like a musical instrument, and it needs a lot of harmonics to unfold its inner melodies...

Iconic pic


Archaic smile


Almost all of the kouroi (and Greek Archaic figures in general,) have was is referred to as the archaic smile. A quote by Francis Henry Taylor describes this feature nicely. He stated that “A smile appears on the faces of most archaic figures, a happiness of expression seeming to transcend that of human beings.  The almond shaping of the eyes, widespread upon the forehead, thick ribbon lids, and shelving brows give an impersonal dignity to their regard.  The eyes are superb and proud, not vacant.  There is a complete indifference to portraiture, a tranquility and resignation which is sometimes observed on the faces of dead persons.”  

 


Punk Angel


27 Juin

"— 27 juin. — Paris en cette saison, si par miracle il ne pleut pas, commence de retrouver son charme. J'aime aller lire à une terrasse, y suivre d'un oeil le manège des gens, les beaux garçons qui passent, le ridicule des coquettes mûrissantes, les grotesques. Il y a un adolescent charmant que je vois souvent, lorsqu'il sort de son lycée pour se rendre chez lui (il habite, rue Fabert, l'ambassade d'Autriche), et il sait que j'attends qu'il passe, il sait que je le suis des yeux et qu'il est désiré. Il ne dévie pas son chemin, ne fait semblant de rien, pareil à ces éphèbes qui portaient la flamme de la beauté dans les fêtes en l'honneur des dieux. Que pense-t-il ? Je sais qu'il sait par la grâce discrète d'un regard, et parce que j'ai eu son âge et qu'il est naturel d'être aimé lorsqu'on est gracieux et jeune"

Claude Michel Cluny, L'invention du Temps, tome 2, Années de Sable. Journal littéraire 1963-1967, Paris, Editions de La Différence, 2003, p. 28

samedi 7 septembre 2013

Blond teen boy: a fascinating gaze and smile...


Iconic (and vintage pic)

William was an Australian photographer (at least I think so) who had a unique gift for catching young male beauty, mostly on the beach or in the street or in sport clubs... Innocent and candid pics of teen boys, of surf boys and swimmers, of young athlets...

This pic was shot in 2000. I love the casual pose and grace of this blond boy, the contrast between his tanned (or blushing ?) face and his milky shoulder, arms and legs...

I love his face expression too... Surprise ? Concern ? Shyness ?

This is an iconic pic since it mirrors so well the intimacy of this boy, taking off his sneakers, or perhaps checking different sneakers, red and blue...

This pic also mirrorswhat a teen boy is about: someone on the edge, at the threshold, someone with a mature body, but with a boy's face...

Tribe of teen boys


Tribes of teen boys as as exotic as tribes of hunters in the Amazonian rainforest or of nomads in Africa... They have their rules, their codes, their hierarchy, their rituals, their taboos, their own body language... Locker rooms are probably one of the best places for observing all the rituals of dressing and undressing, the balance of shyness and boldness involved in the exhibition of nudity... 

When I will have some free time, I will write an Ethnography of tribes of teen boys in the Western contemporary world...

Poses of seduction: being a pin up boy









Dream of tenderness

Dream of tenderness
Dream of loving and of being loved
Dream to feel you close to me, days and nights,
In the deep of our dreams, in the deep of our lives...

Dream of feeling your breathe and your warmth
Dream of caressing your shoulder and your arm
Without awakening you... 
My caress will be a part of your dream...


vendredi 6 septembre 2013

Question

Should I go on with this blog ?
Do I want it ? Do I need it ?
Should a blog go on forever ?
Isn't better to stop a blog before it looses it focus, its charm, its interest...
For the blogger as well as for the readers...