"Create your own visual style ... let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others." Orson Welles
... auteur | provocateur | stylist | visionary
Mo’ of the mug! The selction is mostly actors, but a couple or so from outside the thespian square. No matter how good your acting chops are, if you don’t photograph well, fuggidaboudit!
There’s the smile, the teeth, the eyes, the brows, there’s the chin, the dimples (or not), there’s the cheekbones, the lips, the ears, there’s the haircut, the frown, or perhaps the quizzical gaze, and then there’s the cheeky smirk.
I read in a newspaper article a couple of years ago that a study revealed that the most photogenic face was one that was of Eurasian heritage. Intriguing, I thought. Could it be the almond-shaped eyes? Could it be the complexion? Or was it the dark hair? There’s an argument for symmetry as well, although where exactly are the legs for that argument I’m not sure. If everything looked the same on both sides of the face, surely that would make the face a tad more boring …?
There needs to be character in a person's face, regardless of how handsome or glamourous they might appear. The person's personality must be substantially evident, or at the very least, a glint in their eye. But of course, time and time again; one person's fine chalk is another person's smell gorgonzola.
The windows of the soul have a lot to do with a person’s facial appeal. So what happens when they’re not looking down the barrel of the lens? Does that elusiveness exhibit anything that detracts from the initial appeal? Does the lack of eye contact create a sense of mysterious allure?
Am I talking absolute rubbish? Probably … so I should shut up then. Let the faces do the talking. Peace out.
Puh-lenty more striking visages to come .... But in the meantime the fairest ones here for moi would be the classy elegance of Liz Taylor, original supermodel Ms Turlington, the demure beauty of "It" gal Clara Bow, the Phoenician perfection of Elana Drago, and the wide-eyed troubled stare of Peter Lorre. But hey, they're all captivating in their individual way.
It’s round two, and it’s just as hot. I couldn’t resist swinging back this way again. It’s a visual avenue I do like to saunter down. It might get me into playful trouble with my lover, but hey, she’s the one who gets to have me for real between the sheets at the end of the day, or on the sofa, or on the library floor (yeah, we have a library, it’s a room set aside for all our literature, movies and music).
Once again though it’s not just the figure that commands the allure, or the clothing they wear, no matter how little. It’s the photography that ultimately influences the viewer as to whether they find a photograph of someone sexy or not. They not realise it, but the skin tones, the shadow of the figure’s curves, the light playing on their hair, these are all affected by the skills of the photographer, and if they’re not done right, someone whom normally might be deemed sexy might appear ordinary, or even bland.
Expression plays a big part too. A smile, a wink, a cum-hither glance, even a scowl, can affect the sexiness of a person in a photo. Some people look damn hot when they appear angry. Others can look very alluring in a lonely kind of way.
When discussing the sexual allure of women in the eyes of red-blooded men, there's the argument of big breasts vs. medium breasts, big ass booty vs. slender hips and small buttocks, legs vs. tits vs. derriere ... Each to their own, I say. Me? I'm just a sucker for a pretty face, I guess.
The fashionista in me, of course, has to place emphasis on the threads. As wonderful and mesmerizing as nudity is, often the sex appeal of a person is down to having nudity suggested: topless, but with a weathered pair of denim jeans on, say, or a singlet almost exposing the areola, while the trouser zipper alludes to the top of the pubes. Pants pulled back to reveal the top of the buttocks, while the person lies on their stomach, arms outstretched.
At the end of the day sexiness is completely in the eye of the beholder. So, enough of the pontificating, let me share with you some more of my little eye.
Those pants of Holly's are very cool, but bring on summer I say! My lover has just bought I new black tie-up bikini, and I'm lookin' forward to a little beach action, where she can show off that shapely derriere of hers, and I can lay back and admire. These women and girls ain't got nuthin' on my butter-fly babe! But hey, if I had to choose, I'd say Brooke Valentine has some serious booty, Katie Fey makes a black wrap around look smokin', and Heidi Marie makes me jus' wanna rock and roll!
I’m not here to wax lyrical about that horrendous chick flick starring Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey. God forbid. I’m here to lay down some gorgeous images of beaches and bays. Summer is fast approaching down under, so its time to sort your bikini and board-shorts out boys and girls!
In the meantime, I’ll say that I spent my childhood and adolescent years spending weeks and weeks at a time in the Coromandel Peninsula on the North Island of New Zealand during the summer school break. It helped having a father who was a drama school teacher, as his holidays coincided, so we were away for up to two months! It was bliss.
Lonely Bay was my favourite. It had the most awesome soft pebble sand. But it also had a ferocious undertow. The bluff beside the beach was known as Shakespeare’s Cliff because from certain angles the craggy rock face looked like the bard’s profile (although as a young boy this meant nothing to me). There was hardly anyone there ever, and you could skinny-dip to your heart's content!
I’ve always admired the long stretches of beach, especially the white sandy ones. There was a beach we’d visit while summer holidaying which had streaks of black iron through the grey-white sand. As I possessed a rather dark sense of humour I’d scoop up a handful of the dark sand and then throw it across the white sand at an angle and create what looked remarkably similar to the crash site of the Mount Erebus Air New Zealand airplane disaster. Terrible, I know, but it looked damn impressive.
Wouldn’t it be grand to own your own beach? Some of the super-rich bastards in the world do. The Richard Bransons, who not only have their own beaches, but own their own damn islands as well! Just give me a quite little bay somewhere in the Mediterranean, and I’ll be happy. As long as the sharks don’t stray too close.
Well, enough of the fond memories from my youth and the fanciful dreams of my adult life. Here is a selection of beach pics. I couldn’t help but throw in a couple of the same beach, the photography demanded it. And it is the photography that counts in capturing the beauty of a beach. If it’s overcast, it’s all over.
Damn, I need to by lying on these beaches! Right now! But where does one start? I am lucky though, living in Sydney, Australia, there are some fabulous beaches around where I live in the Eastern suburbs ... But I gotta get my tanned ass back to Lonely Bay, or perhaps Waikiki ... Ipanema is alluring, I just wonder how much of distraction the local fare would be from the beach itself.
The wonders of the world, apparently there are seven, in differing categories: ancient world, modern world, industrial world, etc. Well, I beg to differ. Wonder is totally and utterly in the eye of the beholder. One person’s wonder is another person’s ho-bloody-hum.
Awe is a beautiful thing. What causes a person to gasp in astonishment or marvel with unbridled passion? It’s a combination of things: scope, scale, perspective, arrangement, feat, ingenuity … aesthetics, basically. These aesthetics might be bizarre, they might be beautiful. But they command out attention because we feel privileged to be able to witness them.
I do plan to visit some of these places soon though. So I can gaze in wonder and awe in close proximity. But for the meantime I have my life enriched vicariously through photography
Nature turns out some truly amazing wonders. Humankind has achieved some startling work too. Does one outweigh the other in terms of wonderment?
Well, let’s see then. I’ve put together a selection of images that roughly capture what I feel to be wonders of the world; from nature, from the industrial world, from the ancient world, from the modern world, from Earth and from space.
Some of these are “traditional”, while others are a little more eclectic. Overall I’m sure the majority you’ll agree will have some kind of positive effect on your sense of wonder. Who knows, you might even see something there for the first time and actually find yourself thinking “Wow! That is extraordinary; I’ve never seen that before!”
Of course it would be most glorious to be able to witness these wonders in the flesh so to speak. However as I look at them again I find myself shamefully admitting that I have not seen any of these places or things for real, only in photographs. But hey, sometimes photography captures things even better than seeing them for real … but not very often.
Obviously they are all fantastic! I don't know which ones to pick as absolute favourites ... The footprint of the abominable snowman has always fascinated me, I believe in the yeti more so than sasquatch (bigfoot). The architectural marvels are always good to look at. But then nature's wonders, such as the highest waterfall in the world, Angel Falls, or the northern lights are breathtaking. Some would argue the moon landing is a hoax, but even so, it's the most impressive global deception I can think of, a truly marvellous lie!
This is the second part to my “sexy” post, the one which hit a raw nerve with my lover, but hey, I’m a guy, I can’t help myself … At least I was a gentleman and posted the guys first (not that anyone really noticed).
Like I said in the first part, physical attraction is in the eye of the beholder, but there are definite factors which come into play when one is deciding what makes someone look sexy, desirable, alluring
There’s a Greek word: pulchritude. Doesn’t sound very pleasant when you say it, but its definition is “physical beauty”. When it comes to the physical beauty of humans it is most certainly in the eye of the beholder. But like all visual aesthetics, there are general factors which the majority will find attractive; soft curves, firm muscles, clear complexion, expressive eyes, etc. It pretty much comes down to the contours of the body and just how subtle or strong the person’s features are.
But there are many other elements which help to define just how good looking and, more to the point, how sexy a person is. One of these is a person’s attitude which although somewhat elusive when one is being admiring from a far can be quite important to the overall vibe they give off, whether it be a moodiness, or a sense of danger, or perhaps a warm sensitive smile. Sometimes it can be a look of availability that adds to their libidinous charm, or the opposite, a steely gaze that says “What you lookin’ at? I ain’t your sex toy
Visage. The curious beauty of the face. The eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the hair, the complexion, the profile, the gaze. Symmetry vs. asymmetry. I’m a sucker for a pretty face. But I do love a face with character.
Faces are, generally, what attracts us to another person. The face is what lures us in or distracts us. The eyes are called the windows of the soul. The shape of the nose, the way the lips curl, the edge of the chin, the prominence of the cheek, the colour of the skin … all of these elements add up to what the beholder finds either pleasing or displeasing to the eye
You gotta love a sensational sunset; the pronounced end of the day a la profondo rosso. Especially if it’s over the ocean, and gazed at from a Mediterranean balcony with a glass of chilled, succulent Rosé in your hand, your arm slinked around the soft warm waist of your lover.
But, appreciating a sunset for real is very different from enjoying a sunset from a distance. When I say “distance” what I actually mean is a photograph of a sunset. The image captured by a camera to be relished for years to come