Following the howls of shock that greeted the release of the first publicity pic for The Fifth Estate earlier this week, I can’t help picturing what the fandom reaction would be if Benedict Cumberbatch decided to star in a movie about THIS guy’s life story.
His name is Brian Petersen and in 1976 he was apparently the star of a New York cabaret show called Pouff. But no pressure, Benedict. It’s just a suggestion…
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Hotlympics: The Hunks of London 2012
The 2012 Summer Olympics, sponsored by McDonald’s, kick off in London on Friday. The quadrennial event bring together some of the greatest athletes in the world, which means lots of very fit men exerting themselves in very tight or very little clothing. It’s a vital ogling occasion for dedicated man-fanciers.
At the request of my friend Red Scharlach, and for the good of humanity, I’ve put together my illustrated pick of the top 50 hunks at this year’s games. I have no idea if these men are likely to win medals, but they’re the athletes to watch if you want some gratuitous eye candy between now and August 12th….
At last, a burning Olympic issue that many of us can get behind! See, what’s good for me is good for the sporting nations of the world. Thanks, Wheelr dearest!
ca. 1858, uncut sheet of eight carte de visite portraits of Prince Lobkowitz, by André-Adolphe-Eugène Disdéri
Surely one of the greatest 19th-century photographs I’ve ever seen. Seven pictures for well-meaning relatives, one for the laydeez. Or indeed the chaps.
Low-slung white lace see-through trousers bring out “all that’s sexy and male in a man”. And then allow it to dangle around where everyone can see it. Yikes.
The guy himself looks somewhat ill at ease with the whole fashion concept, I reckon. Below the neck, metrosexual sex god. Above the neck, anxious geography teacher.
Dateline dating advert from 1975.
Heaven knows I’m in the market for a man, but look at this sorry bunch. Adrian-on-Thursday is the only one with a hairstyle that doesn’t make me want to vomit on the spot, but I’d probably spend most of Thursday trying to work out whether he might be gay. As for Disco Bob-on-Tuesday, you might as well just call the police right now. It’s going to be an exciting life…
Things happen when you wear Eleganza. Things like tripping over your own collar or being mistaken for a member of the cast of Blake’s 7, I’m guessing.
I’ll bet this is a man who reeks of sophistication. Wine, cheese, goats…
My mind simply cannot comprehend this man’s hairstyle. It has tried and it has failed. Perhaps this is how future generations will feel when they gaze upon Justin Bieber.
~ The English Review, February 1916
via Internet Archive (click to enlarge)
With underwear like this to work with, it’s little wonder that Downton Abbey slash is so thin on the ground.
Men’s crochet fashions, 1970s.
Having watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy recently, I was beginning to think “Hey, the seventies may have been full of brown and yellow but it was still kind of stylish!”
Then this picture came along to prove me wrong.
If you’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like to attend a swingers’ party hosted by Reed and Sue Richards from the Fantastic Four, here’s your answer.
“Designed for people like you who make things happen.” Alternatively, it’s designed for men who look like the missing link between Derek Jacobi and Björn from ABBA and don’t need access to their own genitalia very often.
A “walking turn-on”? Only if what you’re turning on is her mains water supply.
