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Art direction and concept by Jerry Stafford; hair by Julien d’Ys for Julien d’Ys; makeup and body painting by Lisa Houghton at Tim Howard Management. Produced by Jeffrey Delich. Set design by Rhea Thierstein. Photography assistants: Emma Dalzell, Keith Coleman. Fashion assistants: Clemence Lobert, Sarah Zendejas. Local Production: Angeline Dinzik, Justin Revis, Henry Emrik, Toby Bornhauser. Hair assistant: Ilker Akyoi. Special thanks to the staff of The Menil Collection and The Rothko Chapel. Printed by Graeme Bulcraig at Touch Digital.
“You are always so good at sharing your incredible place, thought I would share mine with you……… this was just in the Chicago READER, a weekly ‘alternative’ newspaper…. a different feel than your place, but think we have the same general ‘need’ for more, and an interest in mixing it all together so it makes sense (well to us anyway)……….always enjoy checking out your site…….”
So I got that email from a Sissydude follower Keith recently and fell in love with clever Keith and his awesome space. So here are some images and a video from CHICAGO READER.
READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE & see more pics @ CHICAGO READER
photos and article by Andrea Bauer
I posted the above painting last night in a Sissydude MEGA-POST and it got more attention than all the other naked realness, so I found some more info on the model and two more paintings at the always AWESOME Gods And Foolish Grandeur. I also found a few pics of Deriaz too. Enjoy!
GODS & FOOLISH GRANDEUR: Maurice Deriaz and his older brother, Emile, were the most famous of seven athletic brothers. They were born in Baulmes, Switzerland – Maurice in 1885 – but lived in France from an early age. Maurice was five foot six and weighed about two hundred pounds.
His neck was nineteen inches around, his chest forty-eight, and his waist thirty-five. His thighs measured twenty-six inches, calves sixteen-and-a-half, forearms fourteen, and his biceps seventeen. He was celebrated for his weight-lifting feats, his impressive gymnastic abilities, and as a champion Greco-Roman wrestler.
Called Le lion suisse or Roi de la beauté plastique, speaking fluent English, German, and Russian, he performed all over Europe. As his career wound down, he acquired a factory which produced reeds for oboes, clarinets, saxophones. He would often return to visit his home town and he eventually returned to live in Baulmes, where he died in the summer of 1974.
“He moved to Bangkok shortly after I moved to Mexico City, and when I decided to move there six months ago, he sweetly invited me to be his roommate! We, naturally, had a clothing optional house, and I photographed him quite often in the course of our daily lives. Here he is, modeling at my apartment in Bangkok, my roommate and good good friend!” – felix d’eon
more from D’Eon’s blog HERE
D’Eon’s lovely work HERE
ADAM: Can I start with the Black Party which you mentioned when you sat down? You have strong feelings about it.
BJARNE: I don’t have that strong feelings about it. I’m just sick of all these parties and these things that gay men get so built up about, like this is the night it’s gonna happen and we’re gonna go crazy. I like to go crazy on a Monday night, on an ordinary weekday. I don’t need to have the Black Party to go crazy. I used to hate circuit parties.
Well he’s kind of stiff. He’s not the world’s greatest actor. He’s a nice person, but, um, yeah, I mean, he was alright. I think he brought that kind of, you know, the film is done very cinematically. It looks like real cinema film. It’s also something with all that technique on someone who’s so untrained and unskilled as an actor. That’s what I was interested in. This pretense of acting. Trying to act but not really managing to act. I think it’s very obvious, the acting.
That’s porn acting in a way.
Yeah. So you can say the essence of it is related to porn in that way.
No. And porn like Francois Sagat and these things I really hate. I think they should just go kill themselves. Do the world a favor and just blow your brains out.
What don’t you like about him?
I just think it’s crap. All of it. It’s stupid and superficial and it’s like, I’m also bored of this kind of steroid body. I used to do so much steroids, and I used to take 500 pounds and bench press it or whatever, and you have a kind of huge muscle body. It’s just so easy. Why do people look at these people and think “Oh my god this is something I can never have?” Just decide that you want to skip thirty years of your life, and go to the gym two hours every day and that’s it. It’s so easy, and it’s lazy also. I like more bodies when they’re more natural. I also like guys who don’t give a shit of how they look. I find that a real turn on. Who doesn’t give a fuck about going to the gym or looking good or whatever. I definitely want to make my own porn though.
Yeah. I do want to take it. But I had unsafe sex for 20 years, and I never did anything to protect myself and I never had an STD in my whole life. I never even had gonorrhea once. There is something in my body that is not receptive to those things. Because I should have been infected like 15 years ago. It’s something kind of mysterious to me. I had a lot of sex involving blood with HIV positive guys and I would take my fist out and I would get all the blood coming out in my mouth because it spurted out from their ass. I would have a mouthful of their blood.
Why is that something you wanted to do?
I just wanted to experience anything. I wanted to try anything.
pics of mr. melgaard after the jump…
“Toronto Bus Terminal Still Male Sex Mart!” Flash. 10 March 1956. Newspaper excerpt.
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Marc Almond. “Christopher Street Pier.” The End of New York CD/Book. 2001. Poem