Friday, December 22, 2006

Festive Season

I was thinking about the festive season this morning and it occurred to me that I'd do something other than the ubiquitous gay angle ('The Three Wise Fucks', the Porn Santa, etc). Something that captured the the essence of what this time of year can mean - to everyone.

And I thought of a trip to Laos, cos I seemed to capture images there of great tranquility and beautify, but without any calculation in my photography.


The capital, Vientiane, has the feeling of a large quiet sprawling country town:


with lots of tree-lined dirt roads:


and a colonial past still visible in architecture:


The temples you expect to find in Buddhist cities in Asia, but not bright shiny new:




And a very specific stype of Buddhist sculpture:






and the calm of the monks, everywhere meditative:




living in simple housing:



Idyllic sunsets:


Just wanna go back right now!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Beauty in Black and White

Lots of the photos round the blogs (and elsewhere) are of the hot, erotic, sexy, fuckable, whatever guys we demand. Blokes you immediately file away in your fantasy bank - for that ride to or from work, that wait in the queue in the supermarket ... . After all, we do need to make a withdrawal every 3 minutes, so we're told! And also of course for that the extra stimulus we must have for a really dud one-night fuck.

But then there are those photos which, while being of guys with all these 'special' qualities, have that something extra. And this is one of those:

I must confess I did happen to notice his cock first ... and lingered there a bit. Just cos of the lighting, mind you. But then I thought 'wow, what a beautiful picture'. Not in that 'oh, it's so artistic I can justify saving it' kind of way. So, have I managed to merge the Madonna and the Whore? Maybe my ideas are working overtime!

One final point - it's a delicate balance between 'art' and 'porn'. Some just have too much of the former for me:

Others too much of the latter:

But, hey guys, it's whatever works for you!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Gary Larson - Seriously Off-Beat Cartoonist

I was living in Beijing for the whole year of 1988 - just before the Tiananmen Square Massacre, when there was still a sense of 'opening-up' and people would stop Westerners in the street to talk, practise English, and gain a sense of the world outside the Middle Kingdom (中国) or China. Cos there was very little unofficial stuff on TV or in magazines or anywhere about the wider world.

I had an enormous old-style flat in the Friendship Hotel ('Yoyi Binguan')', in the Haidian district, north-east of the CBD. This gigantic complex was built in 1954 in a Russian style.

Anyway, one night an American friend gave me a pile of 'The Far Side' magazines, and so introduced me to Gary Larson, cartoonist extraordinaire:

One of the first cartoons I remember was this one - it got me really howling, and this didn't stop till I turned the last page in the last collection.
What I loved about this cartoon is the wild off-beat humour, quite wonderfully weird and unexpected.

Okay, here's a selection. Enjoy!















Well, how did you go? On a scale of 1-10, how hard did you howl? If you didn't manage even a decibel, you are in big big trouble, and in need of help. Though I suspect your condition is terminal!!!

Okay, you have one more chance, with this non-Larson effort:

Well ... ??? Did the gay content help? No! Dismiss yourself immediately!

Friday, December 1, 2006

Christopher Isherwood - A Gay Role Model

For a long time, Christopher Isherwood (1904-1986) was my model of intellectual and sexual honesty.

I came across Isherwood, as did many others, through the film 'Cabaret'. And went on to read the book - 'I am a Camera'. And other works - particularly being taken with 'Goodbye to Berlin', 'Mr Norris Changes Trains', and 'Down There on a Visit', 'Lions and Shadows', 'The Memorial' and 'Christopher and his Kind'.
In terms of intellectual bravery, I loved the way, for example in 'Christopher and His Kind' (1977), he could examine his early novels and unmask the then often unconscious workings out of his psyche and general motivations though their characters and situations. And expose the disceptions he practiced on himself at the time with respect to these. And tangentially, this later examination throws light on the creative process itself, when it is a mix of autobiography and imagination.

'Down There on a Visit' is another great read - four stories, each dealing with one character. I love 'Paul' best - the fabulous beauty, who, Dietrich-like, does sex disinterestedly and often only because others are obsessed with him, and because it takes him into society and a certain kind of jet-set lifestyle. But who then surprisingly out-spiritualises Isherwood, his supposed mentor.

Isherwood's American years were interesting for me for this spiritual journey. The British writer had embrassed Hinduism and the teachings of Swami Prabhavananda:

This he documented in 'My Guru and his Disciple', reviewed by Edmund White for The New York Times Book Review:

"It is a sweetly modest and honest portrait of Isherwood's spiritual instructor, Swami Prabhavananda, the Hindu priest who guided Isherwood for some thirty years. It is also a book about the often amusing and sometimes painful counterpoint between worldliness and holiness in Isherwood's own life. Sexual sprees, all-night drinking bouts, a fast car ride with Greta Garbo, script-writing conferences at M-G-M, and intellectual sparring sessions with Bertolt Brecht alternated with nights of fasting at the Vedanta Center and a six-month period of celibacy and sobriety. Seldom has a single man been endowed with such strong drives toward both sensuality and spirituality, abandon and discipline. . . . In these pages, Isherwood has reinvented the spirit of devotion for the modern reader."

Isherwood wrote several books with Prabhavananda, and translated various works on Indian Vedanta. In all this, he was important for me - his fame and prostheletizing brought such ideas into my anglosaxon culture and personal awareness, things that at the time were not so immediately accessible outside sub-continent.

But it was his early 1930's Berlin years that maybe fasinate the general reader most. Isherwood taught English, and haunted the Cosy Corner cafe, where the working-class boys traded sex for money. And he wrote 'Mr Norris Changes Trains' and the stories that formed 'Goodbye to Berlin', capturing these experiences. He met his first longer-term relationship, Heinz, through the cafe and tried unsuccessfully to get the boy to England before World War Two. Heinz subsequently joined the German Army and disappeared into history.

Following up White's comment on Isherwood's seemingly contradictory spiritual-sexual nature, I'm sure the writer would not disapprove of a glance towards his earlier obsession with muscular working class boys, often tough, self-reliant and independent. My tribute is in the form of hot young guys that are often out in nature in some way:







I selected black and whites, cos they better (faintly) echo the Berlin of the Weimar Republic.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Tribal Beauty
Philippine Culture and Identity in Traditional Woven Clothing

Botbot Kalinga Apayao Southern Kalinga

Paracelis Mt Province Ga'dang
Maligcong Bontoc Bontok

Canyugan Bangued Abra

I've travelled round the Philippines a number of times, and on one of these trips, I was given an extraordinary book by a friend, Baby Carpio - 'Sinaunang Habi - Philippine Ancestral Weave' (by Marian Pastor Roces, Communications Technologies, Manila, 1991).

The author's aim was to explore 'the various ways in which varying societies have deployed the concepts of culture, nation and identity' in 'the textile traditions of island Southeast Asia'. In particular, how these concepts are realized in the different traditional weaving styles and patterns.

One focus of the book is traditional woven clothing, with examples given of the myriad of different styles from all over the country.

What is really interesting, however, is that each example is modeled by an inhabitant of the region from which it comes. With the very formal arrangement of the subject/s and solemn way in which the models present themselves giving the sense of old C19 ethnographic photographs - but in colour.

Lembaning Lake Sebu South Cotabato T'boli

Lower Calirian Zamboanga City Sama

Mandaya Highlands Davao Oriental Mandaya

Catalunan Grande Talomo District Davao City Bagobo

Catalunan Grande Talomo District Davao City Bagobo

Catalunan Grande Talomo District Davao City Bagobo

Kiangan Ifugao Ifugao

Dungan Pekong Matanao Davao del Sur B'laan

Savoy Matanao Davao del Sur B'laan

Savoy Matanao Davao del Sur B'laan

Upper Calarian Zamboanga City Yakan

Lanao de Sur Maranaw

Basilan Yakan

Various Regions

I've included a map of The Philippines, in case you want to locate where a particular example comes from:


Indonesia and Malaysia are close to The Philippines - the influence of these Muslim countries can be seen strongly in the patterning of the textiles.