miniature: Mel Roberts

Mel Roberts is one of my favourite photographers - he was active in the 50's-60's-70's taking erotic/physique pictoral shots of boys. I have mixed feelings about 'Gay Photography' - Ryan McGinley, Stuart Sandford and other BUTT types, it kind of errs on the side of insularity for me - it often feels a Greek mode of homosexuality, the veneration and elevation of men, and the rejection of women. But Mel Roberts has nostalgia and commerciality on his side, which is what makes me love him. Plus hot boys.



Jimmy Stone at Topanga Canyon



Jimmy Stone



Butch Wallace



Don Anderson



Ron Brouliette



Tad Bennett



Joey Roberts at Yosemite



Joey Roberts at Yosemite



Mike & Rich

Don't just stand there pick the money up baby

what does this mean to us?

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The Search For: Sharon Tate 'The Fearless Vampire Killers' Era

DYE DIE GINGER

I understand it is very early, but this desplays my passion on the subject.

I woke today to be told that ginger hair was dieing out. We can not let this happen and I will make it my duty to not make this happen as i am sure Jamie will do everything he can to stop the decline in ginger haired boys and girls. The state of ginger hair at present is low on figures as it is.



This post as does my glowing locks acts as a beakon to any ginger girls who also shear a passion for ginger

Only last night i re-dyed my hair ginger.

the search V: Justin Long

I feel like i should be mildy ashamed of this one, but i don't know why. i wish i was Hideo. And apparantly this is him in Jeepers Creepers - i believe this shot panned out the reveal his eyeless corpse, but don't let that put you off beating it.

New Shoes

Weave Overload

Movies, Multigrains, Men and Mondays

Right so me and my little sister Lilly went to the Holy Land that is Valley Centertanement on Wednesday to see The Simpson’s Movie which was like watching the Simpson’s for an hour and a bit not that this is a bad, although I felt a little underfed when I exited the cinema partly due to the multigrain bar which was the only object I had to suckle on but I felt that it was not as long and as gag filled as it could of been. But It comes highly recommended........

A day or too before this screening and a while before I had decided on a new hair cut something like a crew cut but from the 1940's or 30's well like Buster Keaton really a man with the beauty of every man put together and then strained to get the pips out and 9 out of ten times he always gets the girl....



So I got to work on my hair and it looks kind of good, its a bit more like a well you will see sometime soon when I manage to upload some photos. While we are on the subject I have been working my way through the silent comedians and am currently watching my way thought the Buster Keaton box set and the best film so far is Sherlock Jr (1924) an incredible film as always a harrowing tale of love and justice, Buster plays the part of a cinema projectionist and aspiring detective who falls asleep on the job and dreams himself into the film solving crimes and creating wonderful slapstick moments (one of which although not in this movie was referenced within The Simpson’s Movie).....I wont spoil the ending.

Another batch of jam was made the other day from our faithful plum tree. Wonderful

the search IV: Alex Neilson

Green Man Appraisal

I'm back like crack.

Got in from Green Man around 3 today. It was a good weekend, of course no romantic progress was made, though hotties were spotted. I saw - in chrono order -

SLOW CLUB - good drumsgirl boyguitar band, very poppy and fun, with odd percussion like a chair and bottles of water, i enjoyed
KING CREOSOTE - alright, not as good as i have seen him before, but fun. Comme ci Comme ca
JOANNA NEWSOM - glorious, she was wearing this kinda native American hot pants set, and had her drummer, banjo/tambura player (not my friend Kevin though, sadly) and a violinist. It was great, i felt transported back to when i first heard Sawdust and Diamonds in 2004/5, and only Skin gave me actual shivers

SHIRLEY COLLINS: AMERICA OVER THE WATER - the same talk me, Mum and Charlie saw last year, without photos or actor, and shortened, but still brilliant and surprisingly emotional. Her description of the way her relationship with Alan Lomax breaks up is just sums up a whole type of relationship exactly and incisively.
P. G. SIX - full band line-up, which i have heard was not so good, but i thought it was great. Lovely fluid folk rock with pat Gublers lovely voice, lovely. They began and ended with the same song which gives them points too
VOICE OF THE SEVEN WOODS - missed some of the beginning but they seemed to be turning out some heavy jams. They came and went pretty quickly, but where good while they were there
NORTH SEA RADIO ORCHESTRA - My friend Dug sings in this band, along with others, so ihad to see them, and they were brilliant. A mixture of Rachel's style chamber music with a kind of classical British bent. They played settings of W. B. Yeats and William Blake songs, based around guitar with strings, organ, bassoon and oboe. i think, i can never tell which are oboes/cor anglais/others.
SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE - I had to skip the end of this one, but what i saw was awesome. Ben Chasny had a girl with him, playing guitar and singing, she started off with her hair up, quite demure, but then started ripping some awesome noise from her guitar, her hair fell loose and she was rockin out SO HARD. She was awesome. I was looking at her scanning my knowledge of who she might be, and i thought, having never seen the band, and only listened to tiny bits, that she might be the girl from Magik Markers. And my friend Otto who i met later confirmed this! Noise brain psychic
VETIVER - Otto drums with this band, they were great as always, my brother is very into them, and my Mum as well. I could see Joanna on the other side of the stage really into it, it was lovely.
DIANE CLUCK - me and my sister spurned Vashti Bunyan, painful as it was, as we had seen her ebfore, and went to catch Diane Cluck, who i like a lot but have never seen. She was great, a little dark for the mood, but wonderful. I loved Monte Carlo, which i don't know, but someone called out for. Thank you that person!

SHIRLEY COLLINS: I'M A ROMANY RAI - second Shirley talk about Romany music in Britain, lovely again, she is a great speaker, and i almost don't care that she doesn't sing anymore - we got so much more from her as a talker - people sang all over the festival, but these talks really shone. She is a lovely woman.
ARCTIC CIRCLE - a friend of a friends boyfriend's band, but they were great, eclectic indie pop from Bristol, like Architecture In Helsinki with the organs and percussion of Arthur Russell's Instrumentals Vol. 2.
DIRECTING HAND - Alex Neilson and Vinnie i forget her second name, they were good, Alex on drums and Vinnie on vocals, psaltery and harp. It was very much in the vein of a Max Roach/Abbey Lincoln collaboration, with exploratory vocals next to free jazz drums. I enjoyed it a lot, obviously, as it's a woman screaming, and i love that. I got the impression that maybe she was new to experimental singing, as she didn't seem to have a very varied repetoire of sounds. She had a great classical top range and a really nice commanding bray at the lower end, and some impressive ululations, but like i say, i felt like maybe she was finding her way still in this area. But i only say this because i love avant singing and i was so excited to see some, and i really think she could develop into a really powerful singer. Also i totally fancy Alex Neilson, he is so cute, like a little rabbit. And he's got red hair, so, bingo
DAVID THOMAS BROUGHTON - from Leeds, heard of him before. He sang and played guitar, both of which he looped. It was very nice, and he was pleasantly volatile, during one round of loops, getting up and stalking across the stage, drinking water, coming to the front and pouring water down his front as he drank, running offstage into the portacabin, running back out. It was fun, but me and my sister left early to check out Otto's recommendation of
ARBOURETUM - These were great, a kind of moss covered stoner band, but with a really nice lightness of touch. Their heavy jams were just right for me and Vicky at this point, and we had a lot of fun
ALASDAIR ROBERTS - We only caught a bit of Ali as we were getting food, but he sounded on good form, with festival hottie Alex Neilson playing drums. My Mum and Brother were up front for this, and had a good time. My mum described it as 'The Ali Roberts Experience'
MY BRIGHTEST DIAMOND - We caught the last 15 minutes or so of this, it was great, Shara Worden, bassist and drummer. Her voice was great as always, and their enthusiasm made up for the slightly mannered vibe i always get from them
JOHN RENBOURN - this was good, but too busy, i had paella and i couldn't eat it properly, so i left and went to the juice bar with Mum. We could still hear, but i felt like it just wasn't the right time or palce for John Renbourn. I liked him a lot when i've seen him in small venues, but it just didn't do it for me. he played 'Blues Run The Game' though, very nicely.
DEVENDRA BANHART - and the weekend closed with Dev, us right near the front, a beautiful cool breeze blowing across, bubbles everywhere. The set was amazing, danced right through, started to fancy him a bit. He played songs new and old, the new ones were awesome, and the weekend ended in warm jubilation. We got ice creams afterwards and went to dance in the Rumpus Room for about an hour.

I always feel mixed about festivals; i'm never sure if the enjoyment i get from them is worth the misery. Allt he RAIN and MUD and walking around, and back hurting and feet hurting and seeing bands you're indifferent to. But Devendra really lifted me up yesterday and made me really happy. So a good choice!

GreenMan

Jamie is off to the Green Man Festival, that's me, i am going to try to pick up grotty boys

i will be seeing these;

A labor of Love

So these are my new wheels, white frame read handles and a blue sadle i shall and do look quite the gent on such a bike exspect to see shooting past you in sheffield soon

People who i could eat (subject to change) No1: Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Polydor Records

Transformers, robots in the skies

Hoorays, me and Dan reconvened after about a month of separation, and celebrated by going to see TRANSFORMERS at the godhead Cineworld. Our beloved associate Ryan was supposed to join us, but alas, he could not, so i swallowed the lock of his hair i keep with me and strutted out on my own.

TRANSFORMERS was a mixed bag, a carrier bag full of sick and diamonds. from Spar. It was amazing at first, the opening sequence was wicked, and the animation routinely stunning throughout. Shia LaBeouf (SHIIIIIIIIIIIIA) was intoxicating as the protagonist Sam Witwikky. Everyone in this film was sweaty and dirty throughout and always in intense detail - i swear i could see blackheads at one point. it was the sweatiest film i have seen in a while, and i watch pornography people.

But SHIIIIIIIIIIA was great and funny i thought, and for a while, the transformers were big and quiet and intimidating. There was a strong sense of the uncanny about them, especially when they silent, Bumblebee, who was Sam's car, even talked in radio samples, which was wicked. But then, Optimus Prime and the others come along and start blabbing blabbing blabbing. Then it got kind of excruciating. First of all, there was 'Jazz', a transformer who talked in jive, and then just a bevy of we--eak jokes ("your dog leaked lubricant all over my foot") and sentimental balls. They learnt the english language from the internet, which of course excuses everything in every situation.

And then there was a weird jingo-istic American Hero strand going through it (worse bit - an army man saying "you're a soldier now!" to SHIIIIIIA - winch), and yet more pompous silly dialogue for the machines themselves.

But it was still good fun, and i would recommend it for SHIIIIIIA's sweaty muscular neck alone.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY DAN!!

Dan is now legal, dig in girls!

happy birthday, frenchy!

The Floating Birthday Children - God's Secret City

the search: brendan sexton iii

what a world, how things have changed

'The delight of the average hostess's heart is the well-bred man, unspoiled by impure blood, who can always be depended upon to give a stout Aryan girl's calves a good work out. He arrives in a batwing jumper, fills his colostomy bag before very long, and can be asked to dispose of a plain, neglected wallflower who is bumming everyone out. He throws his partner through the window after each dance, if she wishes to go, and provides her with a blossoming fear of men. Before leaving her, he cums in her pocket.'

-Mrs. Humphry Manners for Men (2007)

A Gentleman

A gentleman is defined as: A man, one with a bears arms, and a leather pouch on his throat; A man of chivalrous instinct and creamy textures.

It is still expected that a gentleman stand up the first time
a lady enters and leave immediately.

It is considered chivalrous to open a door for a lady and push her out of it.

Should never remove his coat while standing, sitting, riding, walking, rolling, boxing, talking, dancing, sleeping, kissing, driving, marrying, crack-cooking, arguing, consorting, two stepping, foxtroting, songwriting, cooking, playing or jamming with a lady.

Shall never ask a lady to dance if he has his license removed.

Shall lift his hat and drop his trousers when he brushes against a lady on the street.

Should always walk on their heels when walking with one or more ladies.

Shall not hold a ladies arm, except when swinging her around and around and around!

Shall remove his tongue while talking to a lady.

When a gentleman is seated in a restaurant and a lady acquaintance enters and bows the gentleman should slide under the table while he remains seated, if the lady stops at his table the gentleman shall cry quietly till she departs.

A Lady

Never tolerates or performs smooth jazz from or to another human being.

Always cultivates a hairy bush.

Never chews tobacco in Brussels.


Never fixes her appearance (hair or make-up) in her life.

Remembers; to discuss the price of brake fluid is never in good taste.


Does not donkey punch her suitors before engagement.

Accepts and gives diseases graciously.

Never holds private conversations.

Never uses slang or soap.


Always looks for ways to better herself; surgically, technologically and through the ruthless elimination of any and all competition.


Thinks before she kills, once eviscerated, never edible.

Ladies shall never embrace and kiss when they meet in a sauna.


Has at least one reference manual regarding fat juicy dicks.

Lets take it back

'The delight of the average hostess's heart is the well-bred man, unspoiled by conceit, who can always be depended upon to do his duty. He arrives in good time, fills his card before very long, and can be asked to dance with a plain, neglected wallflower or two without resenting it. He takes his partner duly to the refreshment-room after each dance, if she wishes to go, and provides her with whatever she wishes. Before leaving her, he sees her safe at her chaperone's side.'

-Mrs. Humphry Manners for Men (1897)

A Gentleman

A gentleman is defined as: A man of gentle birth, one entitled to bear arms, though not noble; A man of chivalrous instinct and fine feelings.

It is still expected that a gentleman stand up the first time
a lady enters a room or takes her final leave.

It is considered chivalrous to open a door for a lady if he happens to be in reasonable proximity.

Should never remove his coat while standing, sitting, riding, or walking with a lady.

Shall never ask a lady to dance if he has his coat removed.

Shall lift his hat and say Excuse Me when he brushes against a lady on the street.

Should always walk on the outside when walking with one or more ladies.

Shall not hold a ladies arm, except when support is needed.

Shall remove his hat while talking to a lady.

When a gentleman is seated in a restaurant and a lady acquaintance enters and bows the gentleman should return the bow while he remains seated, if the lady stops at his table the gentleman shall rise and remain standing till she departs.

A Lady

Never tolerates or performs rudeness, crudeness, indifference or ignorance from or to another human being.

Always cultivates a positive attitude.

Never chews gum in public.


Never fixes her appearance (hair or make-up) in public.

Remembers; to discuss the price of anything is never in good taste.


Does not gossip.

Accepts and gives compliments graciously.

Never holds private conversations in public gatherings.

Never uses slang or bad language.


Always looks for ways to better herself; spiritually, physically and intellectually.


Thinks before she speaks, once said, never forgotten.

Ladies shall never embrace and kiss when they meet in a public place.


Has at least one reference manual regarding etiquette protocol.

- from www.victoriaspast.com

Why on earth does my knuckle smell of dough?

My hormones have turned inside out in protest and are slowly turning my body into a chipati, knuckles first

Dan France Dan

Dan is in France, I'm not sure where, but somewhere swilling about in there is he.

I, Jamie, have been staying at my mother's home in Bakewell, watching the rain falling down. I emigrated from our new house in Sheffield, for lovely as it is, i am not very good at entertaining myself without the internet. I had one day where i watched TV, played on the playstation, watched a DVD, danced around in my room, shaved my head, did work on my laptop and baked cookies and i was still stupefyingly bored. The flood waters forbade me from leaving the house for any long period of time.

I did, however, manage to squeeze in two trips to the glorious CINEWORLD, which enlightened my head like a blazing coronet. The first was with Phoebe and her sister Timna, to see Harry Potter, a la tram. TRAMMMMM. i love the tram. £2.70? thank you, yes, lets go! the windswept and wet scenery streaked by us like a streaker who was wet. BUT we got there and lo and behold the place was heeeeving. When me and the Dan have gone before, it had been deserted (that was day time and term time though). It was busy as a motherfucker, and we couldn't get into HP: OotP, but we consoled ourselves by seeing Shrek 3 which wasn't as bad as i thought.

Do you know what it's like to sit in a cinema with two bars of chocolate, cinnamon grahams, fruit bonbons and a tray of Baklava on your knee?

It is wicked, thats what its like, although sickliness and food-shame go hand in hand on this one.



Baklava, yes.

And then on Sunday, Ryan, who i had been bugging to come to cinema with me, finally succomed and gave me a lift in his Shiny red new car (she is called Scarlet) to see Harry Potter with him and his teddy bear Tomas. That's meant to be a funny way of describing Tom, he's not actually just a toy.

So we sat down, though it was busy, we got in, and drank up with our eyes and sopped up with our ears all the sticky jazz that eminated from the screen. Very good, i thought!

But i have abandoned all other pursuits in my dedication towards my new beau, Mike Nelson of tv's Mystery Science Theater 3000. This has become my favourite show, it is funnier than anything i have seen! And Mike's a bit of alright as well, and actually, i don't mind Joel either. Maybe this is the heights/depths of my desperation. oh well cop an eyeful