
I love his pictures, many of which are candid and fresh:

But I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't also hugely, hugely attracted to his body:

There's that louche masculinity that drives me wild with desire...

And in his case I find his self-obsession teasing and intriguing and, Goddammit, erotic.

I even like the rather smart art historical allusions.
Assuming they're intentional, of course.
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