| There are images in photographs and on film and those put down by pen or brush, but none can inspire us like the human form, in this case the male. Over time, I hope to build this collection celebrating the human male body. If you are an artist or manage a gallery, please feel free to contact me with your work or ideas. What I'm looking for are images that capture subtle nuances and beauty of the male form. The collection begins with Von Gloeden, a turn of the century photographer gifted with amazing talent. |
| Wilhelm Von Gloeden Considering all the images I've looked at in my lifetime, I've never seen the unfettered magic of coming of age captured so sensually as by the imagination behind Von Gloeden's camera. Timeless in scope, he inspires us to look back to the days of our youth and allows us to wonder what might have been. More than youthful images, it's the settings he captured them in, their emotions, their intensity, their awakening to the forces that make us alive. |
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| Adrienne leaned forward and looked towards the sky. It was another beautiful summer night, the kind of night that so often inspired romance, much better spent in the arms of the lover than what they were doing. It saddened her to think about it. What good are nights like this when they make you dream and your dreams just make you lonely? She tilted her head out the window and looked skyward. The heavens were a deep black void cast with the twinkle of a million stars, an endless wonder shrouding the land with that long wait for a new dawn. A few errant clouds, luminescent in their southerly drift, were passing beneath the moon as if oblivious to the blight that lay over France. Lovely they were, and on their way, she felt certain, to Paris. From THE PARTISANS, Chapter 16 |