lundi 30 juin 2014

Digital Narcissus


This pic is dedicated to my friends and visitors of these blogs, who leave funny, relevant, thought challenging comments: Pete, Bruno, David, Lauro, Ex-Aix-(s)Ex....

June 30th 2014: Fragment of a Diary



Digital Narcissus

Fascinating pic... A peak of sensuality... Suggesting without displaying and showing...
Suggesting without any ambiguity...
What is at stake here is desire, sexuality, sensuality...
Am I desirable ? Do you desire me ? 
Could I fall in love with myself ?
How do I look like when I feel horny ?
Will I cum while looking at my image on my cell phone ?
Could I reach pleasure without closing my eyes ?
How will I see my face if I close my eyes ?
Is it time to press the button ?
Is it time to trigger my pleasure ?
How could my desire be fullfiled ?
Perhaps just my desire matters...?

There is no pornographic pic or clip that could express what desire and pleasure are about 
better than this innocent self-pic...

June 30th 2014: Fragment of a Diary





Sensuality

Strength, energy, vitality, desire, pleasure...
A boy is making love with the sea, with the sun, with the sky....
The foam of his pleasure will vanish in the translucid water of the sea...

This pic could be the starting point of a myth in Ancient Greece...

Starting point of a Cosmogony ? Of a Theogony ?

When the ideal ephebe shares his semen with Ocean...

Perfection


Tribe of teen boys

Before the shower....

Joli minet, petit minou




 Joli minet, petit minou,
A quoi penses-tu avec tes yeux si grands
Si doux ?

mardi 24 juin 2014

Les Yeux du Lac - drawings by Michel Gourlier



Fleur Bleue


Blond boys, gazes, smile

Some pics are so talkative, so expressive...

"Do you really... ?
Are we just... ?
Why do you... ?
Why don't you... ?
Are you kidding... ?
No, you are not, really ?
We know what you mean...
Do you really mean ?
Come on, give us a break...

Iconic Pic

Bruce Weber - Love and Adios

Such a beautiful allegory...

Red

According to a proverb, beauty is in the eye of the viewer...
Sometimes it is on the face of the boy the viewer looks at...

Thomas (a 19Nitten model)


You had the grace of a fawn, the sensual charm of a fawn from the deep of forgotten forests???

I loved your shyness, your boyish beauty, the way you crossed the threshold, from the teen to the twink years...

I loved the way you blushed, the way you undressed, the way you played with a camera, with unknown viewers...

You were the essence of the beautiful and desirable young man, and your brown eyes were like poems I loved to read, I love to remember today...

Where are you now, Thomas, who are you now... ?

It was so long ago, but I still love you...



dimanche 22 juin 2014

Digital Narcissus


June 22d 2014: Fragment of a Diary




Boy with a ball... Who knows the name of the painter ?

I am sure David knows, and usually, he gives the correct answer in the comments in the very next minutes following any of my posts...

Danke, David !

:-))

June 22d 2014: Fragment of a Diary




Abel Hermant - Une folle amitié de collégiens (Editions Quintes-Feuilles)





George, bel enfant blond, a quatorze ans lorsqu’il entre dans une institution de Lausanne où ses parents américains l’ont inscrit comme pensionnaire. Jean-Baptiste, dix-sept ans, y est externe. Ce dernier a « la bosse des amitiés particulières » : dès qu’il aperçoit George, il en tombe éperdument amoureux. Il tente aussitôt, mais en vain, de s’en faire aimer. Comme il est très religieux, le protestant Jean-Baptiste se persuade qu’il a une Mission à accomplir : convertir George, qui est catholique, au calvinisme. Et puisque la cause est sublime, son amour se mue en une tentative de possession jalouse, despotique, de son petit ami, pour lui seul.

Livre singulier, bizarre, œuvre d’artiste et d’observateur minutieux. C’est le jugement que Guy de Maupassant porta sur le roman d’un tout jeune normalien, qui se lançait en littérature : Abel Hermant. L’appui d’Alphonse Daudet permit la publication en 1885 de La Mission de Cruchod (Jean-Baptiste) chez Dentu. Nous ignorons pourquoi l’auteur crut bon de remanier son roman pour le publier neuf ans plus tard sous le titre Le Disciple aimé. Notre édition reprend le premier récit, plus riche en réflexions sur les amitiés particulières ; mais elle accepte aussi deux modifications importantes apportées dans la seconde édition. D’où la nécessité d’un nouveau titre, puisé dans le texte même d’Abel Hermant.

Abel Hermant (1862-1950) fut un grand écrivain classique. Vers la fin de sa vie, il revint à ses amours premières de normalien : la grammaire et les questions de langage, qu’il traita sous le pseudonyme de Lancelot. Élu à l’Académie française en 1927, il en fut radié en 1945 pour avoir écrit dans des journaux collaborationnistes durant l’Occupation.
Une post-face résume, dans le cadre de ce roman, ce qu’il importe de connaître de la vie et de l’œuvre de ce romancier talentueux.

2014 - 245 pages - 14.5x21cm - 22 € - ISBN : 978-2-9532885-8-2

Lien pour commander: ici.

Pink Narcissus (James Bidgood)


Intimacy

I love the mood of this photograph... What it displays, what it hides... 
I love the tender and intimate mood floating between these two boys...
There is a part of mystery, a riddle to decipher...
Who are these boys ? Best friends ? Brothers ? Boy friends ?
Eyes tell so much... It is up to the viewer to listen to their message..

Visconti's casting for Tadzio: first meeting with Bjorn Andresen



samedi 21 juin 2014

Garçon aimé, garçon rêvé


This beautiful photograph is by Sinal -- sorry for not mentionning it, 
there is no watermark or copyright on this pic.

Sinal's Museum can be visited here.

Heatwave


Platonic Love

Some boys are so cute and perfect that I feel I already know them, that we met somewhere else, in another time, either in a past or in a future life...

Some boys remind me memories from the past, memories from the future, love stories we wrote and lived together...

The trigger of my memory could be a smile, a gaze, the perfection of a body, or a landscape, or just the light, sculpting the flesh and muscles of a gorgeous ephebe...

I know I already met and loved this boy...

And my love is as strong as it was or as it will be...

During all my life, I tried to reach these memories, these dreams, these dream boys...

I know they are somewhere, close to me or not so far, and that I could meet them any time, any where...

We will be one again, you and me, we will be one again...

I am a Platonic lover... A lover of beauty...

Dream Boy


A Melancholic Boy with Blue Eyes


Summer dream