Here are a few pictures I hadn't seen before of Robbie Wadge, his armpits, and his sensitive nipples, which i found over at Morphosis, and since I love The Wadge, and would gladly bear his children, and because I know my readers are all people of great taste and discernment, I am sharing them here. Isn't he the most?
Now and again it seems as if the universe is pushing something towards you, as if it wanted you to see it. Take, for instance, this picture here, which I used in my Sunday Roundup the other day.
I think you'll agree that this is an extraordinarily good-looking fellow, but why was I suddenly seeing this picture everywhere I turned? I saw it here, and here, and here, and then, just the other day, when a different picture of the same boy turned up at Loco Luke's Luscious Lads, what was I to think? Truth be told, I don't really believe that the universe, or any higher power is trying to tell me what to do, but this boy, being what he is, was bound to cross my path, and I, being what I am, was bound to take notice.
Just in case you were wondering, the boy in question is Duston Rogers, and aside from being a model, he is a farm boy from Georgia. Duston's very first modeling job, about two years ago, was a campaign for Abercrombie Kids (see below), photographed by none other than Bruce Weber. Not a bad start!
Do you wish to see more of Dustin? After the jump, your wish shall be granted.
I've been thinking about doing a Sunday Roundup for weeks now, but somehow I never got around to doing one until now. It's been ages since I've done one, hasn't it? Well, here's a new one, and may you enjoy it.
Last week a 17-year-old boy got it into his head to go streaking at the Toronto Blue Jays game (that's baseball, I'm told) and made a bit of a sensation.
There are a few things I learned from this incident.
YOLO stands for "You Only Live Once." Having grown up watching James Bond movies, I happen to know that you only live twice.
Streaking isn't what it used to be. Back in my day, streaking, by definition, involved being "naked as a jay bird." (See below for Ray Steven's seminal masterpiece, The Streak.) These days you can "streak" in a Speedo, which seems, in my opinion, to diminish the shock value.
As far as I'm concerned, boys who look like that can streak all they want.
Just so you'll know, this will probably be the closest thing to a sports related post on this blog until Olympic diving events are televised in the summer. I generally only report on sports if Speedos are involved.
No doubt you have already heard that today marks the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic, and I commemorated the event by watching A Night To Remember, the very stiff upper lip, historically accurate (except when it's not) 1958 film, and last week took in a 3-D screening of James Cameron's blockbuster, Titanic.
I know, I know, it isn't fashionable to love Cameron's Titanic. It obviously made much too much money to be actually good. The dialog is bad, it plays fast and loose with the facts, it dares to focus on (gasp!) fictional characters, it's too long, there is that awful framing device, and of course... the song. I know. I get it. I'm not going to argue with you.
It isn't cool to say this, but when have I ever suggested that I am cool? I unapologetically love Titanic. I think it is a pop masterpiece. Over-ripe, over-long, silly, manipulative as hell, but tell you what, if you want to see your Auntie Veracry like a baby, sit down and watch Titanic with her. The waterworks will start at about the 15 minute mark. Every time I watch this movie I immediately want to watch it again. And I'll tell you something else. Leonardo DiCaprio's face circa 1997 is a true miracle. I could gaze upon it forever.
It took a trip to Peru, to do good works, to make it happen, but we finally have the shirtless pictures of Gregg Sulkin that we've long been hoping for. Also on hand for this South American sojourn is Gregg's best mate, David Henrie, who has been happily removing his shirt for the camera for years. Shirtless David may fall into the "old news" category- except for some newly grown chest fuzz- but these are the most close-up, high-def shots of the dimpled one, Gregg, we have ever had the privilege to see, and we're mighty happy to have them.
If it hadn't been for someone over at Famous Male Forums, I might never have known of this movie from France called Notre Paradis, starring a divine creature named Dimitri Durdaine. Thanks Famous Male Forums! Half the time you piss me off to no end, but when you come through, you really come through. Anyway... Dimitri plays a teenage prostitute in this, and I want to see it, like, yesterday.