TÊTU (Septembre 2007) offers another set of reasons why the French are superior to us; just kidding, but barely.
First, I was happy to see an ad for Boy Culture. Here it is, in as large a size as my scanner would go for:
Check out this feature on the restorative powers of water. It'll leave you...wet:
The cover-boy is 21-year-old Ohioan Tyler Lough, who has the innocence of a young Bill Henson, or (as is appropriate since this is the trend) of a Bruce Weber discovery. He's captured by Greg Vaughan in several pages' worth of vulnerable masculinity. Only hitch? The French text references Rocky IV, making me worry that's one of his fave flicks. Ah, well. Ohio and all:
Then there is a beautiful spread by Benno Thoma called "Anges ou Démons" that shows perfect men romping nude. Is it a religious statement, questioning if perfect men romping nude are examples of how God made us or are vessels of lust? I sometimes read too much into things, but I think I'm right this time—one of the dudes is eating an apple, for Christ's sake:
Continue reading for many more images, including Joseph Sayers and J.P. Calderon.
I laughed at pornstar François Sagat modeling the new line by Bernard Willhelm...but I think I was supposed to, since the images are presented in a humorous way. He looks like my haircutter, except my haircutter doesn't have a bizarre, repulsive tattoo of a hairline all over his scalp. The rest of F.Sag looks fine, though, in and out of clothes:
Then there is a full page devoted to another hair-don't, this time a temporarily nutso topper sported by model Joseph Sayers. The image is from Hommes pour hommes, a book by Pierre Borhan. It's still a hot image...just put a hat on it:
Finally, I was tickled to see "Boy Culture" as the title of a photo spread by Nicolas Wagner featuring the sexy J.P. Calderon (I can feel you tensing up, hoping I won't say again that I've met him...but I have!) more than wearing it well, in this case wearing Alexander McQueen, Calvin Klein, Adidas, Diesel and Fendi like a second skin. He's stunning, and I love the pictures:
Why can't U.S. gay magazines capture the kind of confident, demonstrably gay, easy-going vibe so evident in TÊTU without trying so damn hard?



















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