"Create your own visual style ... let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others." Orson Welles
... auteur | provocateur | stylist | visionary
Like the glint of chrome-tinted sunlight piercing the dusty shadow on the other side of the high noon sun, black and white smiles with the assurance of a smoldering matinee idol burning a fiercely sensual glare.
I couldnt resist and have found myself back in the shades of grey and the two-tone ...
My earliest memory of lusting after a pop babe came in the form of Luv', a manufactured trio from the Netherlands, that had a couple of disco hits, namely Trojan Horse. That crush didnt last long, then along came Dale Bozzio from Los Angeles new wave outfit Missing Persons (Lady Ga Ga, hello?) and ...
Ahhh, the children of the night, what sweet music they make
Ive been floating in the wilderness myself of late. Please pardon my absence, I have no excuse but one of abject self-indulgence and inherent laziness. I was a prisoner of my own nightmares, where vampires had me under their hypnotic ...
I grew up watching Miss Universe with my father. Hed be illustrating away on his easel and Id be glued to the television my adolescent hormones coursing through my lions. I remember Miss Venezuela winning in 1981. Theyve won the competition six times (the second highest after USA with seven wins)...
Even the terriable pains that have burn me & scarred
my soul it was worth it for having been allowed to
walked where I've walked. Which was to hell on earth
Heaven on earth back again, into, under, far in between,
through it, in it over and above it. --- Gia (in her own words)
At t...
Life & Deathenergy & Peaceif I stoped todayit was fun --- Gia (in her own words)
Gia Carangi was the first supermodel. She was also very likely the first female celebrity to die of AIDS. She was drop dead gorgeous, pun unintended. She enjoyed a meteoric rise to fame and success. S...
Paul Newman was not only a fantastic actor, but he was also a great human being. But thats been said a thousand times. His devotion as a husband was the stuff of Hollywood legend. He made a pretty darn good salad dressing. He wasnt too shabby behind the wheel of a racing car. And he was a fabulous...
It might sound a little unusual, but I received my most formative sexual education from within the pages of Penthouse magazine, Bob Gucciones International Magazine for Men, which was founded in England in 1965, but came to prominence once it was launched in America in 1969. It went on to become th...
I know, I know, its been too long between exhibitions. I have no excuse. Well, actually I do. I was partying my ass off, as you do over the silly season. But I shouldnt have neglected my blog for so long. I do apologise. The Raoulmeister is back! And the heat is on!
So, to make up for it, Im g...
Im not gonna beat around the bush (although it is a favourite naughty pastime of mine), Im a sucker for a pretty face. My lovers visage is as beautiful as the Mediterranean sun that beats down upon my brow and glistens on her warm lagoon-wet skin, but Ive already posted a pic of her, so Im goin...
"My body is so important to me... my face, my arms, my legs, my hands, my eyes, everything. I use everything I have."
Monica Bellucci is without a doubt one of the very sexiest woman ever to slink across the silver screen. But not just in the movies, she also commands every page of every fashion ...
Monica Bellucci is one of the most sensational-looking women on the planet. In fact she never looks less than stunning. She's the epitome of elegance and poise, sultryness and sassiness. The camera adores her. She embraces fashion with the savvy and sensibility of a designer. She is style personifie...
Flags are generally pretty boring. Certainly National flags are. There are exceptions to the rule, but the usual striped colours are dull to look at. I guess they need to be easily recognised from a distance. Personally the Jolly Roger has always been my pick o the bunch, but its a rogue naval fla...
Theres something about horror movie posters that tickles the hairs on my spine. Perhaps not quite as much as those exploitation movie posters, but still they provide me with a smile and maybe a dangerous glint in my eye.
Ive picked posters from back in the day, nothing from the here and now....
A femme fatale is an alluring and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. She is an archetypal character of literature and art. Her ability to entrance and hypnotize her male victim was i...
My earliest memory of lusting after a pop babe came in the form of Luv', a manufactured trio from the Netherlands, that had a couple of disco hits, namely Trojan Horse. That crush didn’t last long, then along came Dale Bozzio from Los Angeles new wave outfit Missing Persons (Lady Ga Ga, hello?) and their one-hit wonder Destination Unknown. After buying the 12" single to Sex (I'm a ...) by Berlin, another new wave group of the City of Angels, I fell for Terri Nunn, especially after she had that blonde and black hairdo which she sported in the video clip to No More Words. Later still I got the hots for Susanna Hoffs from The Bangles, and that sexy sideways glance she gave in the video clip to Walk Like an Egyptian.
All those pop babes smouldered, and I was smitten. But those lovely ladies have got nuthin’ on the foxes of today’s music scene, I mean these babes of pop are positively smokin’! From R&B to dance, electro-pop to pop-folk, these are pop’s finest-looking divas indeed. Whether it be a svelte Latin hussy like Shakira, a bombshell blonde like Avril, a buxom brunette like Mutya, or Afrodite herself, Erykah.
It was hard keeping the selection limited to my usual twenty-four; a few gorgeous girls didn’t make the cut, while twins were counted as one, and one curvaceous starlet had to be included as an honoury pop babe, even though she’s actually a DJ (and before that a porn star from Hungary). So without further adieu here are the current babes of pop that rock my world.
For the name of the pop babe (and group) scroll cursor over each respective picture.
I'm such a sucker for the R&B babes; they ooze sensuality - basically they ooze sex, and I lap it up. What can I say? I love the darker berries. So which is the sweetest juice? Rihanna, Ciara, Beyonce, Shakira, they're all divine. But I also love the English roses; Cheryl, Kimberley, and Tina. Mind you the Irish cream, Una, is silky smooth. But not forgetting the honoury Eastern European pop babe: Niki Bellucci ... now there's a pair of headphones!
“Ahhh, the children of the night, what sweet music they make …”
I’ve been floating in the wilderness myself of late. Please pardon my absence, I have no excuse but one of abject self-indulgence and inherent laziness. I was a prisoner of my own nightmares, where vampires had me under their hypnotic control, I could do nothing, only whimper in the darkness, gingerly finger at my throbbing neck where two holes had been punctured into my pallid flesh, and at regular intervals through the night their warm lips would press against my skin, and their cold needle-sharp fangs would sink back in causing me to black out and dream of falling into the abyss … and loving it.
I’m such a drama queen, I know, clutching at straws, offering up such feeble excuses for my slack blog attendance. But enough, I say! There’s no need for half-assed explanations, florid reasoning, tall stories, half-truths, or blatant lies. I’m striking back with the force of a stake to the heart! Here there by bloodsuckers! And sexy ones too, ‘cos that’s just the type of provocative guy I am.
Vampires, vampires everywhere and oh, the day did shrink, vampires, vampires everywhere, and all that blood to drink! That was my pale reference to Coleridge. I should really be playing with the prose of Bram Stoker methinks, but he’s untouchable.
Vampires are all the rage right now. Cinema and television are bleeding the creatures dry as a bone. But then again, vampirism has been mesmerising readers of the supernatural and horror movie lovers for over a hundred years, whilst the mythology of vampires stretches back centuries. My favourite vampire movie might be The Hunger, with that wonderfully sexy and dangerous opening scene set to the Bauhaus classic Bela Lugosi’s Dead, but perhaps it’s the raucous comedy A French Vampire in America that features delectable Anne Parillaud strutting around in the nude and sinking her fangs into the mob.
Artists love to play with the conceptual image of the vampire. They exude such a monstrous sensuality, a dark eroticism, a dangerous and elusive air of fetid charm and world-weariness. Vampires are the perfect date; the zipless fuck, as Erica Jong coined.
I’ve gathered together my own playground for the children of the night. Vampires never go out of style; they simply slide into the shadows and sheath their fangs back inside their gums. So here’s my selection of phantasical vamp artwork from around the world.
All these seductively evil creatures! My favourites being Midnight Roses, the dredlocked vamp, the redheaded vamp, Queen of Vampires (who looks curiously like Brooke Satchwell), that ferocious looking female dripping wet and about to lunge, and the bat-winged man with head hung low. Now if you'll excuse me, I can see the first rays of dawn fast approaching ... and a thirst beginning to quell deep within me.
I grew up watching Miss Universe with my father. He’d be illustrating away on his easel and I’d be glued to the television my adolescent hormones coursing through my lions. I remember Miss Venezuela winning in 1981. They’ve won the competition six times (the second highest after USA with seven wins). Puerto Rico has won five times, and Sweden three times. Miss Venezuela won last year and, setting a precedent, won again this year. Must be something in the water they drink.
I have a predilection toward the darker complexion and brunette hair colour. My lover is olive-skinned and a brunette. As they say, the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I’d agree with that. Although they also say blondes have more fun, and as a blond myself, I’d have to agree, but my eye will wander in the direction of a dusky jewel more often than a creamy strawberry or platinum bombshell.
I’ve decided to post my personal selection of finalists for this year’s Miss Universe, as they differ quite significantly from the official place winners, which were Fourth Runner-Up: Miss Puerto Rico - Mayra Matos Perez, Third Runner-Up: Miss Australia - Rachel Finch, Second Runner-Up: Miss Kosovo – Gona Dragusha, First Runner-Up: Miss Dominican Republic – Ada Aimee De la Cruz, and Miss Universe 2009: Miss Venezuela – Stefania Fernandez.
It’s rather curious how many Latin-esque darker beauties have dominated the finals in recent years. Even the countries that that are more famous for pure-bred blondes (ie some of the Scandanavian and Bavarian contestants) are parading mixed dark heritage. All good with me. My own selection certainly reflects this (with one very close crossover). I've also taken the liberty of including photos taken from their modeling careers. So without further adieu here they are:
4TH RUNNER-UP:
MISS EGYPT - ELHAM WAGDI
3RD RUNNER-UP:
MISS SWITZERLAND - WHITNEY TOYLOY
2ND RUNNER-UP:
MISS ECUADOR - SANDRA VINCES
1ST RUNNER-UP:
MISS NICARAGUA - INDIANA SANCHEZ
MISS UNIVERSE 2009:
MISS PUERTO RICO - MAYRA MATOS PEREZ
It was a tough call between Indiana and Mayra, but the island girl came out on top. Ms. Perez is one svelte foh-ox! So, my favourite pics would have to be; Whitney on the yacht, Mayra in her black swimsuit, Elham in her bikini, Indiana in her evening gown, and Mayra's emerald close-up. Go the mochachino flavour!
Paul Newman was not only a fantastic actor, but he was also a great human being. But that’s been said a thousand times. His devotion as a husband was the stuff of Hollywood legend. He made a pretty darn good salad dressing. He wasn’t too shabby behind the wheel of a racing car. And he was a fabulous humanitarian.
It might sound a little unusual, but I received my most formative sexual education from within the pages of Penthouse magazine, Bob Guccione’s International Magazine for Men, which was founded in England in 1965, but came to prominence once it was launched in America in 1969. It went on to become the preeminent hardened softcore American sex magazine of the 70s, riding the crest between the creamy, coy softcore of Hugh Hefner’s Playboy magazine and the sleazy, over-lit, hardcore of Larry Flynt’s Hustler magazine.
The inaugural U.S. edition September 1969
Whereas Hefner was a journalist, Guccione was a photographer (and Flynt was an opportunist filthmonger). Hefner’s Playmate’s were frequently blonde and the pictorials often looked the same. Guccione’s Pets were often brunettes (mmmmm) and the pictorials were far more erotically adventurous. Playboy might have enjoyed a wider social limelight, especially with Hefner’s Playboy Mansion, but Penthouse possessed a more complex sense of mischief (Caligula being one such venture) and was altogether more alluring
I know, I know, it’s been too long between exhibitions. I have no excuse. Well, actually I do. I was partying my ass off, as you do over the silly season. But I shouldn’t have neglected my blog for so long. I do apologise. The Raoulmeister is back! And the heat is on!
So, to make up for it, I’m gonna shut the fuck up, and let these sensational images speak volumes in magnificent black and white, because at the end of the day, as gorgeous as colour is, monochrome separates the gentlemen from the lads, the ladies from the ladettes … if you get my drift
I’m not gonna beat around the bush (although it is a favourite naughty pastime of mine), I’m a sucker for a pretty face. My lover’s visage is as beautiful as the Mediterranean sun that beats down upon my brow and glistens on her warm lagoon-wet skin, but I’ve already posted a pic of her, so I’m going to indulge in other women today.
Yes, no men allowed. As handsome as so many are, this post in the faces series is strictly for the ladies, the women, the feminine contours of the female face. The high cheekbones, the luscious lips, the alluring eyes, the sleek arch of the eyebrow, the smooth aquiline nose, the subtle curvature of the ear, the sumptuous nape of the neck; all these attribute to the beauty that is the face of a beautiful woman