I offer you the following prose for consideration.
Boy meets fashion. Like the unfurling of a feverishly coloured bloom, a plethora of silk, studded wools and sartorial charm suggested a world worthy of my soul. A sinuous path that continues to, it seems, guide all.
Boy meets bondage. A snap and crack of polyvinyl chloride clad thighs. Chest rivets, lavish laces and cock rings. A constriction of blood. A trend in fashion.
Boy meets both. Like the high class grit, of torn cashmere, hoisted skirts and wet leather; it’s as if you have walked in on the sales associates, during backroom time. It is soft and hard, available in matte or patent. It’s a strut and a slap, bandage boots and buttocks.
This tempestuous push and pull appears to work best when it settles in the middle. Like the taught hidden straps under a malleable knit, or metal on wool. To go down the fashion path or the bondage path too exclusively will cloud the viewer’s judgement. A sure way of becoming trend orientated, dictated and perfectly cloned. We don’t want that.
Lose the unrelated biker element present in the first shot, and replace it with perhaps one of the buckled knits in McQueen’s Fall/Winter 09 show. And you have a complete proposition.
i love the tremendous tenderness and vulnerability these images propose. mixed with a sensation of sacrifice (the lase picture) it delivers a very interesting result in exploring the limits of male-ness as an antidote to everything sensual (read female). the second picture is one of the most beautiful incarnations of mens fashion i've seen.
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ReplyDeleteI offer you the following prose for consideration.
Boy meets fashion.
Like the unfurling of a feverishly coloured bloom, a plethora of silk, studded wools and sartorial charm suggested a world worthy of my soul. A sinuous path that continues to, it seems, guide all.
Boy meets bondage.
A snap and crack of polyvinyl chloride clad thighs. Chest rivets, lavish laces and cock rings. A constriction of blood. A trend in fashion.
Boy meets both.
Like the high class grit, of torn cashmere, hoisted skirts and wet leather; it’s as if you have walked in on the sales associates, during backroom time. It is soft and hard, available in matte or patent. It’s a strut and a slap, bandage boots and buttocks.
This tempestuous push and pull appears to work best when it settles in the middle. Like the taught hidden straps under a malleable knit, or metal on wool. To go down the fashion path or the bondage path too exclusively will cloud the viewer’s judgement. A sure way of becoming trend orientated, dictated and perfectly cloned. We don’t want that.
Lose the unrelated biker element present in the first shot, and replace it with perhaps one of the buckled knits in McQueen’s Fall/Winter 09 show. And you have a complete proposition.
It is brilliant nonetheless, Robbie.
Boy meets you. It’s been a pleasure.
i love the tremendous tenderness and vulnerability these images propose. mixed with a sensation of sacrifice (the lase picture) it delivers a very interesting result in exploring the limits of male-ness as an antidote to everything sensual (read female).
ReplyDeletethe second picture is one of the most beautiful incarnations of mens fashion i've seen.