samedi 31 décembre 2016

Happy new year to all !

Close your eyes....


So many boys...




So many boys...
So many musics and perfumes...
So many stories to read, to write...
So many love stories to live....

Why so serious....?


Your lover already unbuttoned your shirt...
You are in his bed, and the pillow seems to be okay...
What are you waiting for ?
Smile ! Be happy !

So many caresses are still to come

Life is so short...

Boys will be boys....


"Ah.... les garçons....
Ce besoin de rouler des mécaniques...
La castagne plutôt qu'un bisou...
Jouer les gros durs alors qu'on est une fleur bleue...
Tu étais mon meilleur copain....
Mais tu n'as rien compris...
Alors on se flanquait des roustes...
C'était notre alibi de jeunes mecs virils
Pour de tendres corps-à-corps
Qui nous donnaient des frissons inconnus..."

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2011.

Wanted !!!


An angel escaped from a famous Botticelli's painting in the Uffizi Galleria in Florence...

A 100.000 $ award will be given to anyone who could provide the Police of Beauty with any information about his current location !

Warning: This angel may seduce you....


ooops....


"Is it possible to have some privacy in this blog, please ?"

A boy's face....


A boy's face is telling a story... A story of hopes and dreams, feelings and memories, thoughts and afterthoughts...

It is up to the sensitive viewer to read this story...

I read a fascinating and moving story in this boy's face....

vendredi 30 décembre 2016

Look at me !


Just a gaze....


Such a gaze makes all human words worthless...
Silence is the answer...

Vintage...


What is vintage ?
The boy ?
Or the pic ?

Legal age...


I don't know if this boy was 18 y old, when this (legal) pic was shot....

More than twenty years after, could this boy still be considered as "underage" ?

Boy...


This magazine, printed in Denmark, was legal when it was published....
I am not sure a magazine with such a title, with such a frontpage, would be available today in European newstands, or even just as a download...

Understanding why could be the starting point of a fascinating history of European gay medias, of European politically correctness, of censorship too...

jeudi 29 décembre 2016

Icarus and Daedalus...


"Daedalus, my dear father,
I know you love me...
I know you want the best for me...

But I do not want to fly... to fly away...
I am too young to die...
Please, remove these wings from my arms...

I want to love and to be loved...
I want to feel a man's body against mine,
Because boys who will loved by gods are loved by men first..."

Asleep


I know we could be together only in our dreams...
You have to be asleep...
I have to be asleep too...
You know the hand that will caress you will be mine...
I know the lips who will kiss mines will be yours...
Last but not least...

Wind


"Te souviens-tu du vent du large, qui baisait tes lèvres et fouettait ton visage ?
Te souviens-tu du vent du large qui passait ses doigts dans tes cheveux sauvages ?

Te souviens-tu du vent du large, qui glissait son sel dans nos baisers humides,
Du vent du large qui faisait crisser le sable entre nos cuisses enlacées ?"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2005.

What are you looking at ?


My skate board or me ?

Well, don't lie...

I know you are looking at me !

Please, tell us, Mark Daschenbach...


— Dear Mark Daschenbach,  your blog seems to have a focus... Could you please tell us about more about it ?

— Sorry I can't... This is my blog... The focus is me...

— Okay, Mark... But you don't post self-pics, do you ?

— Well, even if I am the focus of this blog, I am not supposed to post self-pics, am I ?

— Okay, good point... So what is your blog about ?

— Well, my blog is about art and culture, about beauty and aesthetics, about history and ethics...

— Okay... But why do you post so many pics of cute boys — nothing pornographic, we should admit it...

_ Well... probably because beauty, boys beauty are part of the human experience... You know, it started with ancient Greek sculpture, perhaps earlier...

— Okay, you have a point... But Greek statues are in Museums, while the pics of cute boys you are posting...

— Well, please consider my blog as a Museum...






Border


What is the border, the limit, between what I can dream about, write about, post, and what I cannot ?

I guess in the Google Sphere, everything is scanned, screened, checked, evaluated...

To which market belongs this blog ? This post ?

Will Google make profits from this post, from this blog ?

What is the intended readership ?

It is so amazing for me that Eros in Arcadia is still online today...

mercredi 21 décembre 2016

A vintage smile...


A vintage boy will smile for ever...
For ever...

Last issue....


There is not a 77 issue of Boy magazine....
Why ?
What happened ?

Beauty of Sport


Smile


"Quand tu souris, tu montres tes dents à la vie, à l'ami...
Quand tu souris, tu m'écoutes, tu ne parles plus,
Quand tu souris, je sais que tu m'aimes,
Ton sourire me dit "Je t'aime..."

Quand tu souris, je sais que tu me dis "oui...",
Quand tu souris, je sais que ton lit s'entrouvre...
Quand tu souris, je sais que tu ne peux plus dire "non..."
Ton sourire me dit "Je sais que tu m'aimes..."

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2014.

Learning to fly....

Are you a wingless Eros ?

Blond God....


I guess someone, somewhere, has the 62 first issues of this artistic magazine....
It was published last century, I guess....

Memories from another time, from another world....


O tempora, O mores....


A few years ago, it was so easy and legal to buy this magazine issue in Europe... Or to be a subscriber...

Michael


Your blue eyes... Your pink lips....



In my next life, I wish to be the soap foam of a cute boy's bath....
I will enjoy a long, wet and hot caress....

What is my blog about ?


The focus of my blog is not sex, not porn...

Beyond boys, this is a blog about dreams and desires...

I mean, boys make me dream and desire, they make me think and write too...

Boys make me creative...

I love the overtones, the harmonics, the afterthoughts....

Let's say I am a Platonist (Platonic ?) lover....

I love beauty beyond the beautiful boy....

However, the beautiful boy matters too... Especially him....


mardi 20 décembre 2016

Lips, torso...


Well, I guess in our censored world it is still okay to comment about a painting; I mean a vintage painting... ?

I just want to say this boy's face, lips, torso, arms are delicious....

I am not talking about an actual boy....

I am talking about a boy's painting....

The pervert is obviously the painter....

Not the viewer....

Death



How to depict a boy at the peak of pleasure ?

Should a "little mort" last for ever....

A dead boy's scultpture is perhaps the only socially acceptable way to suggest that the pleasure from love making will last for ever....

The three of us....



Dear Mark Aschenbach,

You asked for readers contibutions...

We send a pic of the three of us....

John was looking at my...

Mike was caressing my...

I was just looking at my... ( I am the guy in the middle....)

Caressing...

Being caressed.....

Desiring....

Being desired....

Mark... You are the one who shot this pic, should I remind it ?

So you know so well what was at stake....

Why John and Mike...

I am the only one...

The only one to know...

To know you loved me....

And my face, my torso, my arms and my legs, by butt and my lips already know....

They already know how your hands, how your kisses taste like...

You are the boy...


I don't know what is the colour of your eyes...

But I know I already kissed your lips, in another life, in another world...

Your lips tasted to sweet, like an exotic fruit, when I tasted them...

And your breathe was so fresh, when I shared it... When you breathed through me, when I breathed through you...

Usually, boys close their eyes for their first, and even for their second kiss....

So I do not know who had to breathe first, you or me...

But I remember the taste of your lips..

I remember the way you told me: "Hold your breathe... I will breathe for you, for the two of us..."


NB: this post is dedicated to a stone boy....


The painters workshop


Yes, I know I should focus only on lines, on shapes, on colours...

I know I should focus only on the outline of your naked body..

You are just an academic model, for my academic nude training...

Your legs and your arms...

Your chest and your belly...

Your face and your penis..

You had a hard on... We were not supposed to notice it... Shit happens... ;-)

But I noticed it... And I was also aware you were looking at me, smiling at me...

Is it possible to be an academic painter without being a boy  lover ?

I am a boy lover, too bad I did not registered for the nude girls workshop...

I will never forget the curves, the smoothness, the sensuality of your butt...

I will never forget you....

Sometimes, drawing, painting a nude boy is a way to make love with him....

I made love with you...

It was art... Nothing less, nothing more...

What is so special about boys ?


Well... It is a tough question....

I guess I love the curves of their bodies, their grace, the way any of their poses, of their gestures, is like the starting point of a choreography.....

I guess I love them smooth, I mean, I prefer a beardless, a not too hairy boy....

Smoothness adds something so special to a boy's face, to a boy's body...

I guess I love boys who are so to say a quintessence of boys beauty...

Well, how could I explain it...

Actually, no, you are wrong... I am not focussed on a boy's penis or balls... No... Yes, of course, it matters, but I am more attracted by the boy's aura, by his whole shape...

And yes,  I just admit it, I acknowledge it... I am in love with this boy...

It is a statue..

A marble statue...

I suspect it is not a Greek or Roman statue, but who knows...

A Renaissance or a XVIIth c. variation on an Antique sculpture ? Perhaps...

I am in love with a marble boy...

I am in love with a statue...

I am in love with art....

lundi 12 décembre 2016

So many visitors....


... so little feedback...

Do you love my blog ?

Please leave a comment !

Or email me at: arcadianeros [at] gmail.com

And, yes, you can leave anonymous comments !

I love...


I love the sound of your voice,
And your silence
And your hair
And your nose
And your eyes
And your lips
The upper lip, and the lower lip
And your chin,
And your ear
And your skin
And anything else I forgot...

I love you...

Alter Ego


This pic could be used for explaining the origin of Art and painting...
For explaining what love and desire are about...

Bello Ragazzo....


Von Gloeden's photographs were considered as pervert and degenerate porn by Italian fascists...

They destroyed most of his original photographic plates...

Surviving photographic prints belong to private collectors, all around the world...

The original owners gave them to their heirs, or they sold them, and contemporary major Auction houses are still selling von Gloeden's original pics...

Today, they are considered as Art...

They sell at a very high price, and von Gloeden himself would likely be surprised by the way his photographs sell today...

These photographs, today, still mirror the concept,  the vision, the culture of von Gloeden...

They are a visual poetry devoted to the beauty of ephebes...

Taormina's boys are now icons of beauty...

If you want to know more about von Gloeden's world, please visit this blog by a friend of mine;

Rêves siciliens


Eros


If I was a Vth century BC Greek man, it would be okay to say you are cute and desirable: "Kalos ho pais..."

If I was a Roman man, during the Empire, it would be okay to say you are cute and desirable: "Suavis puer..."

If I was Michelangelo, during Italian Renaissance, it would be okay to say you are cute and desirable: "Bello ragazzo !"

If I was a British Uranist poet, I could find a way to write: "So graceful lad..."

If I was a German writer, I could write "Tod im Venedig"

But I am a man in a country of Western Europe, in 2016.

What could I write ?

Why boys ?


Why am I so tuned to boys beauty ?
Why boys and not girls ?
Am I a freak ? A pervert ? Did I make the wrong choice ?
No, it is not a choice...
It is the way I am...
And it is Okay... It is just a way to be human...
I wish the young readers of Eros in Arcadia could be convinced of that... Just be who you are ! Live your life, love who you want, and be happy !