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Chanel, you rock. (And the animals love you!)

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

If you’re a fashion freak this is old news, but I’m still very happy about it: All of the “fur” in Chanel’s fall collection is FAUX!!!

The animals love you Karl, and now I do too!

If you missed it, the show took place in Paris (bien sur) at the Grand Palais, and was presented on an iceberg – yes, an iceberg – carved from a 265-ton piece of (can you guess?)… ice. Ensuring that global warming doesn’t lose any ground, the carving of the ‘berg was done by 35 artists, brought in by Chanel… from Sweden. Apparently this is the same team who sculpts the famous Ice Hotel each year. (You know, the one that’s become ubiquitous because every damn city in the world now has one, or an ice bar- including Las Vegas…) The ice was also imported from Sweden, but we can excuse that because as anyone who’s ever ordered a soda in the City of Light knows, there’s apparently a HUGE shortage of ice in Paris.

Given the average BMI of the crowd at these events, I’m sure there were a lot of people – men and women – who were “at attention,” given that the room was kept at about 25-degrees F, and these things never start on time. The iceberg was concealed in a large wooden box, which lifted as the show began.

Mr. Laugerfeld’s “muse” (is that what we’re calling them these days?), Brad Kroenig, opened the show, in a simple getup that can best be described as ‘Wookie-mates-with-Ewok.’ Lovely.

There were a few other models with Brad, and later on, but he’s the standout. (And “muse” to Mr. Laugerfeld, as you know.) You may remember Brad from a few years back; he got some attention during the finale of the John Bartlett show when he appeared on the runway with another model, covered only by… a surfboard. Needless to say it didn’t cover much, and unfortunately it seemed to be pretty cold on the runway that day (if you get my drift), so if you missed it, you didn’t miss much. (Google his name and surfboard if you’re that interested… OK, here’s a fairly safe one.)

But back to the (faux) fur

Although Karl said that he wasn’t trying to be political (in fact, one of the reasons he gave for not using real fur was because he “doesn’t want to compete” with Fendi, who “does great fur”), it’s kind of hard not to when you’re Karl Lagerfeld and you’re running one of the most well-known and watched brands in the world.

Of course there were a few runway mishaps, which should come as no surprise given that their competition consisted of 20-pound models in stilettos and skinny guys who spend their days (and nights?) “inspiring” Karl. A few poor girls lost their shoes, which came loose in the slush from the melting ‘berg. I can’t imagine anything more fun than not eating for days then slipping in near-freezing water, losing a shoe in what’s likely your biggest gig to date, and having to traipse back down the runway and backstage knowing you left behind a $1,000 heel… and your pride. Good times!

But to end on a good note – and get back to the reason I wrote this post in the first place – I give props to Mr. L, and Chanel, for not anally electrocuting any cats, dogs, badgers, bears, beavers or other furry (or non-furry) animals this season. Let’s hope it’s a permanent decision, and one that catches on with other designers and houses. (Yes Louis Vuitton, I’m talking about you…)

If you’d like to see more of Lagerfeld’s “muse,” you can check out the book of photos taken and compiled by the designer over five years he spent with Kroenig: Metamorphoses of an American, A Cycle of Youth 2003–2008

Who wants to go to Brazil?

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

Forget walking a mile in Antonio Bezerra’s shoes- I’d much rather spend a day looking through his eyes. Given the range of incredibly gorgeous men on whom he gets to feast (visually at least), it certainly beats a normal day at the office. If his world is anything like it appears to be given his most recent work – Through My Eyes – going to work must be similar to going to heaven.

Bezerra’s a native of Brazil; a fact that makes perfect sense after flipping through this book. (And not simply because a large proportion of the models are wearing Speedos – or because they’re obviously uncut.) His background also shows through in the style of the imagery; shadows cut fiercely through the images, sunlight is bright and strong, and bodies are taut, tan, and naturally perfect. His guys drip with genuine erotic sensuality- not the strained – often excessively overt – sexuality seen featured all too often in other works of erotic male photography and American advertisements.

If his work looks familiar, it’s because you’ve likely seen it before- under his pseudonym, “Didio.” A master of male photography, it’s clear he has the trust of his subjects, and the patience – and wisdom – to wait for the perfect shot. The result is a collection of stunning images of magnificent men celebrating their sexuality- whatever that may be. In terms of physical size, Through My Eyes may not be one of the largest studs in Bruno Gmunder’s stable, but what it lacks in size it more than makes up for in quality.

Through My Eyes is available at bookstores for about $36; less at

This review was featured on EDGE, the most fabulous LGBT website ever…

(Read the review here.)

Book review :: Bustin A Nut

Friday, March 26th, 2010

Who knew cartoons could do that!?!

Colorful, expressive, and erotic, Bustin A Nut is anything but subtle; given the title, this should come as no surprise. A bit more graphically suggestive than most Bruno Gmunder titles, this one is definitely one you’ll want to pull from the shelves before mom and dad arrive.

With more than 60 pages of comic-inspired male erotic art, Bustin A Nut leaves little to the imagination, and may even make the more conservative gays blush a bit. Mike pulls no punches when it comes to his drawings, and unlike his Japanese contemporaries he’s got no restrictions when it comes to full exposure- and his guys are certainly well exposed. All the bits are on display here, and all in living color.

Slightly smaller in size than most Gmunder titles, what Bustin A Nut lacks in size it more than makes up for in “punch.” Although it’s not dirty (at least by gay standards and definitions), it’s certainly raunchy in its explicitness- which isn’t a criticism so much as a gentle caveat for those looking for a more subtle, softer coffee table art book. From the cover (a man with extremely “perky” nipples inserting his hand into tight white briefs… from the rear) to the last page, it’s hot and it’s hard.

Don’t let the explicitness scare you away however; the art of Bustin A Nut is beautiful, and Mike’s certainly got the super-stylized muscle hunk down. He also gets major bonus points for diversity. Unlike many erotic male art books (animated or photographic), Bustin A Nut doesn’t simply throw in one man of color to satisfy the PC-Patrol; in fact, the book features a handful of men of color- in various shades and sizes. (Although, strangely enough, one thing in particular tends to be uniformly large, across the ethnic line…)

Bustin A Nut is available at bookstores for about $30; less on Amazon.com

This review was featured on EDGE, the most fabulous LGBT website ever…

(Read the review here.)