Unfortunately things soured almost immediately when it became clear that these people were not followers of the Number One Rule of those great and gifted pornographers at Bel Ami:
Wear No Socks
The rule about socks was invented for a very good reason: they are, visually, hugely intrusive.
I can't help it: there's a pair of lovely, willing boys engaging in consensual sex acts, and all I can see is a poly-cotton blend in muted shades of greige.
In this last image when I should really be empathising about what it might feel like if I were one or other of these fine creatures (or, at least, enjoying the porno look on his face), all I can actually think about is what that sock fabric feels like rubbing against matey's thigh. Is it not irritating (the fabric, I mean, not my obsession)?
Ah well, we all have our barriers, I guess, and this is one of mine.
At least it's not a morbid fear.
3 comments:
And shoes, too! WTF?
Have to agree: take off the shoes and socks for photos!
Nevertheless, socks can look good. There's a very fine drawing (I think) or w-color by Kitaj of his teenage son, naked except for his socks: innocent, vulnerable and charming.
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