Lido

Today has been earmarked for one of mine and Exhibit A’s weekend photo adventures for a good two or three months – we tend to plan them around Livvy’s weekend shifts so we know quite a way in advance when they’ll be.

Our last weekend outing was to Luxembourg so today had quite a tough act to follow! Various destinations were put in the mix, from long walks to wild swimming spots in rivers and outdoor ponds. In the end a combination of factors meant we didn’t settle on a location until after midday today. First we thought it would be too hot, then it was going to storm…in the end we were both enjoying chilling out in our own spaces so much this morning that we didn’t fancy going too far afield.

We settled on Tooting Lido. Neither of us had been there before so had no idea what a perfect location the changing rooms – reminiscent of 1950s beach huts – would be. Would we be daring enough to snap a nude shot in a busy London lido on a July Saturday? Of course! Would Exhibit A be adamant that I needed to be in the pool shooting up, not on the other side? Yes! Would I make us keep retaking the shot until that bloody red door stayed closed? What can I say? I’m picky! As Exhibit A said afterwards – we make a good photo team!

Sinful Sunday

I love dick (pics)

A month or so back the wonderful Hannah Lockhardt wrote this great post in praise of dick pics. I’m totally with her. I love dick pics. I love being the photographer. Photographing partners and casual lovers is a privilege. I love that they trust me to photograph them, I love the record I have of our times together and I love being able to capture and articulate the male body. I think the male body is a beautiful thing and for me the dick is a fundamental part of that.

But I don’t just love being the photographer; I love receiving dick pics too. I realise that many people don’t: they find them intimidating and/or they’ve arrived uninvited. I’m lucky in that I’ve never received an unsolicited photo. My DMs are closed and I run a pretty tight ship when it comes to giving out my number to people I chat with on dating apps. I’ve only ever received images of cocks I’m either already acquainted with or have a keen interest in getting to know.

For me, the exchange of photos before meeting is hot as fuck. It’s not something I do often, but if the rapport is there and I know I plan on getting naked with someone then a steady stream of photos is the most tantalising appetiser. I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t have had such a brilliant and hot six hours with this man last summer if it hadn’t been for weeks of messaging and photos that got us super excited to meet in the flesh. And once we’ve met? Well keep them coming! Photos maintain intimacy when distance, primary partnerships, work schedules and family life dictate actual meetings. I’ve been known to whine when the supply of cock shots has tailed off!

Then there’s days like yesterday where I was so hungover that I didn’t get dressed all day. The entire day was spent naked on my sofa satisfying my hangover horn. On days like that I’m a blatant filthy flirt and unashamedly encouraging people to get me off with their photos. The morning brought cock from North London, dripping with pre-cum. In the afternoon I delighted in photos received from across the Atlantic, snapped beneath his desk with colleagues in the next room.

One of the things I love about being sent photos is that the ones a man takes for me are usually so different to the ones I’d take of him. I tend towards ‘arty farty’ shots, ones that are staged or that tell a story. The ones sent in personal chats are often cruder, hotter, less thought through. They demand a physical response rather than an artistic appreciation. But then sometimes one arrives in your phone that really is a work of art and a celebration of cock and then I just go ‘wow’!

Photographer is anonymous but the image is posted with his consent.

Sinful Sunday

Dan

Oh, how I love Wolfgang Tillmans. His pro-EU poster campaign was a cherry on the cake but he already had my heart. He won it with his photos of men. Men sucking cocks, men pissing, men wanking in the woods, men writhing naked in the sand dunes, men with their hands disappearing up other men’s running shorts. They are filthy and they are hot as fuck. I put two of Tillmans’s photos in this round-up of my favourite male nudes.

Today we have Exhibit A as ‘Dan’, a photo that is ten years old this year. Art critic Maura Callahan, appraised the shot saying: “The photograph is erotic though not pornographic, potent though not overtly sexual...It’s not that we’re blocked from seeing his genitalia; it’s that we’re spatially in motion but physically static. It’s some kind of tease.”

I first pinged the photo to him about three years ago when I started this blog. At the time he was unconvinced about his ability to hold the position. This week I asked again! For someone who’s not a yogi he had mighty fine balance (although we already know that!). The light in his back garden wasn’t on our side, with all the walls in bright sunlight and him dipped down into the shadows. The biggest impact of that is he looks much less of a red head than usual and doesn’t touch the original Dan’s gingerness! But even though I am being fussy about the light I am still really happy we got this shot for my tributes week.

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February Photofest

Birthday Boy

It’s the third Throwback Thursday of this year’s February Photofest which means it’s time for the start of a new theme. This week’s theme is tributes. I am a fan of a tribute! My first one was back in April 2015 with this Bourdin-inspired shot and various ones have appeared along the way, right up to this homage last month. So, for seven days I will present my interpretation of an image by seven of my favourite photographers.

Today’s inspiration is Mapplethorpe (again!) and for Throwback Thursday I am not going very far back – just to day nine of Exhibit A’s recent December Dick Fest. All I have done to modify the below from December’s post is flip the photo so the leg is facing in the same direction as the inspiration shot above. This was an accidental tribute; I only noticed the similarity when I was flicking through images to prepare for this week’s theme. But I am glad I spotted it as it allows me to use the photo of this chap on his birthday.

Happy Birthday! Xxx

February Photofest

How rude!

How rude!

I don’t mean him standing there brazenly wanking for my camera, teasing me from the other side of the room? That’s fine. That’s always welcome.

I’m talking about him flipping the bird. You mean you hadn’t noticed? Were you too busy looking at the blur of his hand on his hard cock?

Don’t worry. I must confess, it took me a while to notice what he was doing when I was taking the photograph. Sometimes it’s impossible to resist focusing in on the finer detail so you miss the bigger picture.

Side note: this has rapidly become one of my favourite photos of EA. It’s not a good photo; it’s badly lit and out of focus in a way that’s only half-disguised by the edit. But it makes me giggle every time I look at it.

February Photofest

Rise and Shine

“You want to do a photo in your red underwear for my February Photofest?”

“Of course.”

There are some photos that I’d really rather have taken myself. Photography is my favourite kind of foreplay. Alas, distance gets in the way of some of my creative ambitions! But stirring on a Saturday morning and finding a beautiful hard cock sent across the miles and time zones as I slept was a welcome wake-up call.

“Crop and edit as necessary,” said the accompany message.

So I took matters into my own hands. In more ways than one. It was a lovely start to the weekend.

February Photofest