Regardless of in or out, I am sure we all agree, Naked is better!
Never let a “what is better” debate become an excuse not to move. When it comes to exercise, something is always better than nothing. That said, there are definite pros and cons of both treadmill- and road-running. If running outside is feasible, and you use the treadmill because of mindless habit rather than necessity, consider mixing it up... Full Story HERE:
The last couple of times I did a Sunday With Hans the subjects were Nick Pizzaro and Phil Fusco, models who many who may know for their work in fitness and underwear modeling. Today's models some of you, especially those from New York, may recognize, but their names not quite as familiar.
'Go-go dancers are dancers who are employed to entertain crowds at a discotheque. Go-go dancing originated in the early 1960s when women at the Peppermint Lounge in New York City began to get up on tables and dance the twist. There were many 1960s-era mini-skirted club goers who wore what came to be called go-go boots to night clubs, so night club promoters in the mid‑1960s conceived the idea of hiring them to entertain the patrons.'
I am a bit of a late bloomer. I didn't come out, completely until my twenties and it wasn't until I was making my way through my thirties that I found out what a Go-Go boy was. I sort of knew what a go-go dancer was from movies and television, but I thought it was something restricted to women in the late 60's. When I started interviewing models and photographers for the blog, many had go-go dancer on their resume and It was sort of an eye opener to find out about the world they lived and worked in.
It may sound a bit naïve, but coming out late, and growing up surrounded by fields and cows in a rural area, in a very small, town meant I didn't really have the experience of a gay bars or night clubs until I was older and able to travel. I think it was Hans Fahrmeyer who first introduced me to the world of the gay nightlife in New York city. Hans has thousands of images of the club scene in New York and through his work, and the men within the images I longed for the freedom the dancers were able to express. Although I have now been to NY a few times, I always had a goal to hit Splash the next time I went, sadly that won't happen with it's closing earlier this year.
The bars and dance clubs didn't only allow expression, it demanded it. Through the haze of music and lights there was a beating pulse I feel in Han's imagery. Besides the skin and eroticism, there was also a slight tinge of sadness. The career of a go-go boy is not a long one and I am sure there are many stories of drugs, sex and pain associated with the job. When looking deeper into the images, it was also impossible not to stare at the faces of the patrons, most, laughing and having a great time, others seemed lost, but somehow comforted in the anonymity of the crowed club.
For this series, Hans takes the dancers out of the club and into his studio. I love how Hans gives each model a distinct look, individualizing the work to match the personality in front of him. The men in these images all spent time, pretty much naked, dancing for the pleasure of others. Most of comfortable with their bodies, and know use them and how move and pose to look there best.
Many of the models, singers and actors I have profiled over the years have spent some time working as go-go boys. Some choose to refer themselves as dancers, others choose to leave it off their resume, but either way, it seems almost a bit of a rite of passage for the young men, especially in NY, trying to break into the modeling or entertainment industry. As they passed through this part of their lives, many of them were also captured in that moment of time by Hans. We thank him for it!
I can't say I have been a huge fan of actor Paul Walker on the big screen. Although I enjoyed some of his films, loved one, (Eight Below) when I think of Paul, I think of watching television as a kid. I remember being 9 or 10 crushing over him on Throb (if you don't remember the show, you'll remember the opening credit song HERE:) I also remember in high school watching him on The Young and The Restless during vacations and breaks. Walker had a calmness, a humanity that came through his work, even when in big screen blockbusters his charm balanced things out and he helped keep his films grounded even with all the emoting (Vin...) going on around him.
Sadly, almost as disturbing as his tragic death was how it played out with TMZ and on social media. TMZ, the Hyena/Vulture hybrid of the media world was virtually salivating at shaking up a quiet Saturday night. Seems, as with those at TMZ, when a celebrity dies many of us revert to the old roles we carried in high school. The keeners just HAVE to get the news out first. Even without proper sources you could see the throngs turning into Anderson Cooper's desperate to be the first to share the horrible news. Just because one has a Twitter or facebook account does not make one a reporter, nor a news source. I know some (not all) were earnest, fans of Paul in shock, wanting to share with others but there was still something quietly unsettling about it. Then the bickering began between those so sure it was true to those having a more difficult time accepting it. 'Hoax, no real' went back and forth as if it were a game of tag. Then of course came out the class clowns, thinking how clever they were to connect a man's death with the title from one of his movies. The 'the original' joke began from the first drop of blood in the water and never really let up. Social media is a wonderful way to pull together, especially during a crises. Sadly, it also provides a forum for many, not just learn about, not just to discuss, but to also actively participate themselves in the drama. I am not above it, I often revert to my high school persona as well, distancing and watching but waiting to share my feelings until it becomes safe. Social media makes 'safe' a thing of the past.