Showing posts with label bottoms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bottoms. Show all posts

Friday, 6 January 2012

ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS

A little Wordle – remember Wordle? – for Epiphany...


If you don't know Wordle - check it out!

For a more spiritual celebration of the day, here's 'The Adoration of the Magi' painted in 1542 by Jacopo Bassano and now hanging in the National Gallery of Scotland...


I do love the fact that even when painting a sacred subject these Italians can't resist adding a good bottom – or, in this case (if you count man and horse), two bottoms!

Monday, 10 May 2010

NAUGHTY NICKERS

AussieBum's cheeky underwear posters are now found the world over with this one, apparently, causing particular disquiet in Catholic countries where prudery (at least in public) is still regarded as de rigeur...

AussieBum Bum
What interests me, is where AussieBum got their inspiration for this particular advertisement? Personally, I think they took a sneaky peek at a blog-posting of mine made back in September 2007: check it out...

Morning dip

The only minor differences are the height of the tide and the fact that David isn't wearing his underpants as a bandanna. Otherwise, it is clearly an outrageous infringement of copyright and legal proceedings will be instituted immediately!

Image: Brian Sibley © 2007. You'll find lots more of my photos (many equally picturesque though not necessarily as revealing!) on my flickr Photo Albums.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

HEADS AND TAILS

As everyone knows, this is the front side of the Mount Rushmore National Memorial...


Which means that this is must be the backsides...


You can read more about the genuine history of the Mount Rushmore Memorial here and here.

Sunday, 6 July 2008

LOVE ALL

Today is, apparently, National Kissing Day - possibly International Kissing Day

Woa, there! Hang on a minute! Before you go rushing off to get started, here are a few interesting facts about the Brits as kissers...
A survey reveals that a staggering 95% of young women believe they aren't getting enough when it comes to kissing.

This isn't surprising considering that nearly a third (29%) of women polled claim that they don't even manage to pucker up once on an average day. Today's the day for Brits to join the lucky lot who claim they kiss up to ten times a day (19%).

What's more nearly a quarter of women (24%) have experienced a kissing drought and gone for over a year without so much as a hint of a kiss. The average period of non-lip action is three to six months for nearly a third (30%) of women. The forecast is not so bad for a fifth (21%) of women who don't go any longer than a month without a kiss.

But clearly we're not kissing enough and nowhere near as much as our European counterparts. Three quarters (75%) of women believe that the Brits should let go of the stiff upper lip and follow the example of Europeans by kissing more openly in public.

The good news is, what we lack in quantity, we definitely make up in quality. In the league of best and worst kissers, the Brits sweep the board with nearly half (42%) of the vote for great kissing. The Italians - the Casanovas of Europe - come in second with 15%, closely followed by the French with 13%.
And you'll find more lip-smacking statistics such as these here.

So, armed with those warnings and encouragements, off you go and enjoy yourselves unless, that is, you're sitting at home watching the Men's Finals in the 2008 Wimbledon Tennis Championship, in which case you may care to ponder my latest...

CAPTION COMPETITION


No one we know, I think; certainly not Roger Federer or Rafael Nadal, but what is he saying or thinking...?



Closing date for submissions: Saturday 12 July

Images: (Top) Klimt's 'The Kiss'; (Bottom) Er... somebody's bottom!

Thursday, 24 January 2008

SMALLS-TALK

So the BBC's much-feared political interviewer and general all-round smartypants, JEREMY PAXMAN, has been getting his knickers in a twist about... well... about his... er... knickers!

In a mysteriously leaked private e-mail to Sir Stuart Rose CEO of the department store chain, Marks & Spencer, Paxo briefly expressed his concerns about an issue that he believes to be a matter of "great concern to the men of Britain":

Like very large numbers of men in this country, I have always bought my socks and pants in Marks and Sparks. I've noticed that something very troubling has happened.

There's no other way to put this. Their pants no longer provide adequate support.


When I've discussed this with friends and acquaintances, it has revealed widespread gusset anxiety.

Well, Mr Paxman, the bottom line is you should ought, without further delay, to invest in a pair of Hugo Boss' latest boxer-briefs which are quite obviously intended for those smart arses who always seem to have eyes in -- as well as sometimes talking out of -- their backsides!


Or, maybe, a pair of these for when he's in the hot seat!!


Image: Cartoon © Gary, The Daily Mail, 2008

Monday, 16 April 2007

BOTTOMING OUT

Today is Derrière Day, courtesy of the Sunday & Daily Telegraph's picture galleries...


An entanglement of contortionists on display at New York's Madison Square Gardens.


Bull's-eye view of matadors at the Maestranza bullring in Seville, Spain.


Bathroom fittings with attitude in a public convenience in southwest China's Chongqing municipality.

And, as if that wasn't bizarre enough here's a grotesque advertisment from Germany advertising an on-line employment agency that seemingly offers an alternative approach to achieving promotion...

Wednesday, 28 February 2007

LIKINGS & LOATHINGS

Everyone’s doing it! Blogs are riddled with them! Catalogues of 10 Likes and 10 Dislikes, beginning with a letter randomly handed you by a fellow blogger.

Silly Billy kindly gave me the letter ‘D’ and here are the resulting lists…

My D-LIKES
1) Deceptions…

An emporium full of magic, illusions, sleights of hand and tricks of the eye; enchantments and chimeras, mazes, riddles, puzzles and conundrums!



2) Disneyland…

Uncle Walt’s toy-littered rumpus room: a labyrinth of imaginative diversions and canny commercialism; a kingdom scaled to a size where a child feels like a king and a grown-up feels like a child.



3) Dreams…

Those outlandish extravaganzas in which I seem to get entangled almost every night: by turn uninhibitedly torrid, terrifyingly sweat inducing, frantically exciting or just ludicrously absurd!

4) Dinosaurs…

Once-living proofs of the rampant impossibilities of nature: beautiful, beastly and bizarre; lurching and lumbering through the past with creation-shaking thunderings and roarings; monstrous dancers in the ballet of survival and extinction performed with a fearful tearing of fangs and a ripping of claws.

5) Dandelions…

One of the world’s simplest, most honest and down-to-earth flowers; radiant sunbursts scattered in long grass like tossed handfuls of gold doubloons; or harvested and bottled as 'Dandelion Wine' by my friend, Ray Bradbury.


6) Doges Palace…


Because it’s in Venice - which even though the time of the Doge is long gone, is still the world’s most beautiful, captivating and haunting city - and because it’s next door to the Doge's personal chapel (aka St Mark’s basilica) which is the world’s most glorious and exquisite building!


7) Dickens…

Charlie-boy, the supreme master of storytelling, conjuring the greatest cast of characters - marked out by idiosyncratic foibles, failings and endearments - and setting them in scenes described with a painter’s eye for commonplace detail and suffused with a heart-touching distillation and refinement all human emotion and sentiment.

8) Dragons…

The winged, fire-breathing figurehead on an Ark-full of fantastical beings that we believed in with perfect ease when we were young but which was cruelly torpedoed by maturity and reason…

9) Derrières…

I’ve always had a fondness (oh, what the heck, fetish!) for what the dictionary fulsomely describes as: “The part of one's back on which one rests in sitting: buttock (used in plural), posterior, rump, seat. Informal: backside, behind, bottom, rear. Slang: bun (used in plural), fanny, tush. Chiefly British: bum.” Whilst, as you might expect, my interest has tended to focus mainly on the male derrière, I am sufficiently liberal-minded to appreciate a shapely example wherever I see one!

10) David...

My friend and lover of seventeen years who is still the object of my passionate desire from his soulful eyes to --- well, to his derrière for one thing!!



My D-LOATHES
1) Deceptions…

Lies, half-lies, fibs, cheats and scams committed by others - or myself…

2) Dentists…

And the relentless horror of lying there as their rubber-skinned fingers prod and probe amongst a mouthful of crumbling masonry in desperate and expensive need of being propped up or pulled down…

3) Doctors… and 4) Drugs…

Because I need them and I hate needing them and because that kind of dependence is really not healthy!



4) Deckchairs…

Can’t easily open them; can’t easily close them; can’t easily sit on them… So, what's the point?




5) Dusting…

Since it is never truly ‘done’ and therefore about as unfulfilling a task as you could wish to undertake!

6) Dancing…

Because I can’t! Whether it’s a waltz or the loosest of free form jigging-around, I am uncoordinated, instantly embarrassed and, in the event of trying, utterly humiliated! So, if you don’t mind, I’ll just sit this one out…

7) Debts…

Hideous, demonic, red-eyed fiends that rip, tear, bite and chew at - simultaneously - my bank balance and my peace of mind.

9) Dogs…

Soppy or aggressive, I’m really not keen. Big long haired ones make me sneeze; short haired one snuffle round my ankles; all of them always want to stick their nose in my crotch and, when I was a kid, a poodle once peed up my leg.

I’ll make exceptions for Snoopy, Fred Bassett, Lady and the Tramp and the 101 Dalmatians, but otherwise I’d really rather keep a python!

10) Drivel…
Listening to it or, worse, talking it…


So, anyone want a letter? Just let me know…

Sunday, 18 February 2007

SEAT OF LEARNING

There was a time when palaeontologists puzzling over the fossil remains of the stegosaurus came across a notable enlargement in the creature's spinal cord at the point where it passed through the pelvis. The fact that the stegosaurus had a minute brain - no bigger than a walnut - and since it was a mere 1/20th of the size of whatever it was the stegosaurus was hauling around in its hindquarters, gave rise to the speculation that prehistoric giant had some auxiliary brain power in its bum.

In 1912, Chicago Tribune columnist, Bert Taylor, penned the following ditty on the subject:
Behold the mighty dinosaur
Famous in prehistoric lore,
Not only for his power and strength
But for his intellectual length.
You will observe by these remains
The creature had two sets of brains--
One in his head (the usual place),

The other in his spinal base.
Thus he could reason "A priori"
As well as "A posteriori."

No problem bothered him a bit

He made both head and tail of it.

So wise was he, so wise and solemn,

Each thought filled just a spinal column.

If one brain found the pressure strong

It passed a few ideas along.

If something slipped his forward mind

'Twas rescued by the one behind.

And if in error he was caught

He had a saving afterthought.

As he thought twice before he spoke

He had no judgment to revoke.

Thus he could think without congestion

Upon both sides of every question.

Oh, gaze upon this model beast;

Defunct ten million years at least.
Later experts revised this theory, deciding that the 'rear brain' was simply a neural junction where a lot of nerves converged on entering the spinal cord.

There are those who would argue that Homo sapiens exhibit evidence of the original stegosaurus theory and Australian designer Bruno Banani clearly knows where the intellect and intelligence of most males of the species is to be found!

Monday, 25 September 2006

OUT OF KILTER

Christmas comes but once a year, but it starts NOW!!

It's three months today to Christmas Day, but the pressure is already on: the gift catalogues are arriving with every post and the shops are eagerly and excitedly urging us to get buying!

After all, can you afford not to? I mean, just supposing the mince pies should run out before December even arrives...


And, since this year we really are going to 'post early for Christmas' - well then, we might just as well get started!


If we get the cards written and off then and we can not only avoid the December logjams in the British mail system (by creating November or even October logjams) but we can also claw back a bit of extra, valuable, last-minute shopping-time nearer the holiday !

I will, obviously, tell readers when our first Christmas card arrives - it can only be a matter of weeks, probably days - meanwhile, in our house, we are, as you can see, well ahead of the game!


Actually, I bought this card last December to send to a friend with a 'cheeky' sense of humour; but for some reason (which I now can't remember) the intended recipient must have ended up with something rather less interesting - such as a brace of robins on a snowy gate...

So, there it stands on one of our bookshelves: the Last Christmas Card to be Taken Down or the First to Go Up --- depending how (or when) you look at it...

1st Music Hall Comic:

"Tell me, Mac, is anything worn under the kilt?"


2nd Music Hall Comic:

"Nay, laddie, everything's in perfect working order!"

Saturday, 16 September 2006

PUBLIC ARTS & PRIVATE PARTS

Our last day in Athens and we explore the National Archaeological Museum with its extraordinary hoard of cultural artefacts ranging from curiosities such as the six-thousand-year-old dried figs…


…to a dramatic Minoan bull’s head and a stunningly beautiful Mycenaean gold cup from 15th Century BC.



Walking through this museum requires the visitor to endure an almost-non-stop lightning storm of camera flashes each of which is followed by the thunderclap of attendants yelling: “No flash, please…”

Fortunately, we never offended - but only because we hissed "Flash off?" at one another every time we raised a camera to eye-level!


It might be easier to insist - as do many galleries around the world - that photography is simply not permitted, but then so many of the exhibits simply beg to be photographed - like this celebrated 16th Century BC gold funerary mask from Mycenae - the so-called ‘Agamemnon’ mask - which will evoke memories for every ‘A’ Level English student of a certain era, since it was featured on the cover of the Penguin paperback edition of the Oresteia


Much of the art reflects the importance of the sea in Greek history and culture with powerful images of dolphins, fish and octopi - images which survived through to our own age, often in coarsened form, to decorate the folk-arty souvenirs which tourists carry home from Greece...


And many of the exhibits were, indeed, found in the sea - recovered and reclaimed from Poseidon’s personal treasure trove to amaze our 21st Century eyes, such as this bronze, galloping horse and jockey which was cast in 150 BC and which leaps through the air and across the years with a virile fury of straining sinew and equine energy…


The works displayed in the museum's sculpture galleries trace how the Greeks fashioned the sculptor's art into something totally revolutionary: learning from the Egyptians the skill of creating anatomically accurate, but rigidly formal, human likenesses that were essentially designed to look imposing when viewed head-on...


...and then found the inspiration and imagination to liberate their subjects and create statues that captured the illusion of three-dimensional movement and emotionally engaged the observer. It was a watershed in the history of art...


Again and again, throughout the museum, one is reminded just how uninhibited early cultures were compared even with our seemingly liberated times. And it was the gods and heroes who led the way: refusing to hide decorously behind inessential drapery but, instead, preferring to stand proud and unabashed in their sexuality...

In whatever direction you look you are confronted by Ancient Greeks' not-so-private parts...




Not surprisingly, today’s gallery-goers - feigning artistic curiosity - are unable to avert their eyes: weighing things up, making mental measurements and comparisons...


...and, if they can break away from their tour companions, they inevitably move in for a closer peek...


...or to snap off a few shots of the naturists of Hellas!


One of the most startling - in fact, eye-watering - exhibits in the museum’s collection is this bronze statuette of a prodigiously randy satyr, dating from the 6th Century BC...

One can't help but think what a time Ann Summers would have had back then!

This particular image, I have to admit, is taken from a post-card. David did take a photograph, but for some reason - I can't imagine why - it suffered from camera-shake!

The satyrs and fauns of mythology are a far cry from the decorously civilized Mr Tumnus of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and their lustful larks are part of an essentially earthy heritage that has not been entirely lost in the intervening millennia.

When we on Kalymnos, I was frequently reminded that Greek people - well those of the islands at any rate - can be surprisingly - even shockingly - direct and basic when it comes to questions of sex.

When, for example, I mentioned the fact that my late friend, the actor Peter Bull (who had a summer home on Paxos), had written a book called Life is a Cucumber - the title of which was taken from an old Arab proverb adopted by the Greeks - we were immediately treated to a graphic visual representation from the kitchen…


The white stuff on the end of the cucumber -- I mention it only because you want to know, but will be far too polite or embarrassed to ask! -- is ice cream: an outrageous embellishment by one of the UK contingent who - succumbing the Hellenistic atmosphere of libidinous freedom - momentarily lost his sense of British decorum!

And on the slopes of Mount Olympus, Pan and his goat-footed followers were, doubtless, convulsed with laughter...

Incidentally, for the curious among you, the full version of that proverb runs as follows:

“Life is a cucumber... It is sometimes long, sometimes short; sometimes rough, sometimes smooth; sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet… One minute it’s in your hand --- next minute, it’s UP YOUR ARSE!

But now our sojourn in the sun is over and it’s time to do up all our zips and buttons and head off to that island in the North Sea where, most of the time, temperatures are comparable with our libido ratings!



[Images: © Brian Sibley & David Weeks]

Wednesday, 26 July 2006

AN OUTING FOR AD-MEN

In case you haven’t noticed there are some pretty gay 'goings-on' going-on in the advertising world - particularly when it comes to the marketing of men's underwear.

There was a time - back in the halcyon, post-war days when Marks & Spencer weren't always in financial trouble and the women folk did the shopping, when it was said that wives and mothers bought men their underwear --- and mostly from M&S.

Today that seems considerably less likely. For example a recent news story --- sorry, item of gossip --- revealed that even the former captain of the England football team, David Beckham, buys his own knickers...

Allegedly, David spends £1000 a month on several dozen pairs of Calvin Klein underpants and only ever wears them once before throwing them away --- but, hey, so what? Maybe Victoria simply can't get the hang of how the washing machine works...

Anyway, let's just suppose, for the purpose of this argument, that the majority of customers who currently shop for male underwear are, in fact, male.

My question is: 'In what direction does their needle point when it comes to sexual orienteering?'

I am, of course, well aware that many manufacturers are chasing the highly lucrative ‘pink pound’, but surely - even based on the most generously calculated statistics - the gay community can’t be single-handedly keeping these companies in business?

Obviously not...

Then why are so many of them going in for such patently homoerotic advertising?

Psychologists may tell me that Abercrombie & Fitch’s use of virtually nude men to sell clothes is really about creating an illusion in the mind of the would-be purchaser that if he buys some new A&F gear he’ll also get a newly pepped-up body to go with it…

But the gay swishy-ness of it all is decidedly puzzling and A&F are not alone...

Plenty of other companies seem to be consciously concerning themselves with the extent to which their product placement is 'in' or 'out' of the closet…

Take the case of Wax brand who are so anxiously hedging their bets that they ran - and then removed - this curiously ambiguous image from their website…


Others seem perfectly glad to be (possibly) gay...

In the case of C-in-2, one is left wondering what on earth they were thinking of when they came up with their current campaign showing a brace of law-enforcement officers catching a couple of C-in-2-wearers, literally, with their pants down…


Obviously we're into fantasy time here, but precisely whose fantasies are being catered for?

One might ask the same of a raft of advertisements that have surfaced in what might be called ‘The post-Brokeback Mountain era’.

Cowboy imagery is now most definitely ‘in’ - and with decidedly gay undertones; and no one is more up for this than Ginch Gonch, as their current advertising campaign reveals…


It's no good asking me, of course, but maybe amongst the chaps in Straightworld, this kind of soft gay imagery implies nothing more than a bit of youthful fun and frolic, a sense of the freedom that existed in the days before relationships, mortgages and babies: an opportunity - in the imagination, at least - to be able to rustle a few bulls and horse-around with the fellas in a ‘macho male-bonding (without having to going quite as far as those two dudes in the movie) kind-of-way'.

But then, maybe it’s not such a new concept after all: witness the undercover activities of these all-American guys from the 1930’s…


Now, I guess that, seventy years ago, the slogan:'And now the Shorts with the Seamless Crotch go Gay! (BUT NOT TOO GAY)' scarcely raised a single eyebrow, but what about this one...?


Are you seriously telling me that the lads depicted - ostensibly trying to see if they can tear that 'NO-TARE FLY' - weren't really flirting with a decorous form of the same forbidden-fruit-picking fantasy currently being encouraged by so many of today's advertisers?