Above, an exclusive gallery of 5 never-before-published Venfield 8 images.
Venfield 8 is the moniker of a mystery shooter who loves to take the piss out of consumerist sacred cows, as well out of the conventional gay male aesthetic.
Well, with his sorry/not sorry, glam/not glam approach, maybe he would actually put a little more piss into the latter.
Whereas most of the men we're presented with (guilty as charged here) are twinks or shiny musclemen with nary a hair on their god-like bodies, Venfield 8 seeks out hairy beasts, men who haven't had their abs ultra-etched by a surgeon, men you can practically smell through the computer screen.
David LaFlamme by Venfield 8
He's got a sense of humor, too, teasing his rapidly expanding audience with hints that he may be someone famous, all the while sprinklinghis Tumblr (Work Unfriendly)with unique, offbeat imagery, building a catalogue of work that is becoming more illustrative of who he is than any personal information ever could be.
I've been negligent in not interviewing him sooner—I've blogged about him for a couple of years already—because we've become friends. I've met him and stayed with him at his home, and have benefited from his advice and support; it's hard to interview your buddies.
But when your buddies are brilliant artists, you have to step up to the plate...
Quinn Christopher Jaxon has been a favorite model of mine for years, and I was lucky enough to shoot him in L.A. this past year. (How have I not released those photos??? I'm like a dragon on a horde when it comes to my photos. Or maybe I just wish I were better and post-production?)
Now, the second book of photos by his manager, Bacchus, is out: Male Temptations is dripping with not only Quinn photos, but also photos of eight other hot subjects. Visit Quinn's site (Work Unfriendly) to snatch this e-book up for only $15...and then browse the unbelievably all-acces items Quinn offers on a daily basis.
Check out these books, and use the link as a shopping list for other LGBT books you may have missed while reading the new Chelsea Handler, which was probably ghost-written by someone gay. Remember when LGBT publishing was a big deal in the '70s until about the '90s? It's still a big deal, or should be.
What a great, loungey vibe that place has, especially when well-stocked with glitterati and literati (and probably some illiterati once the booze began flowing).
It was a Chip Duckett joint, so naturally a good time was had by all.
An example of the Studio 54-like vibe at 49 Grove. Call it: Studio 49.
I brought my out-of-towners Kurt and Warren, who are connoisseurs of NYC fun, cute boys (a late-night Adonis visit may or may not have happened) and Kenneth's book. We hung out with the likes of Scooter LaForge, artist extraordinaire and body beautiful (and unashamed Madonna queen), and legendary funnylady Margarita Pracatan (pictured at right and below), who confessed that when she has no idea what the hell someone is saying to her, she laughs. (This works well, except for when a southerner is recounting the loss of his wife. Oops.)
Please do me a favor and check out my lengthy Q&A with my buddy and your second-favorite self-absorbed blogger, Kenneth M. Walsh, over at Queerty upon the occasion of the publication of his witty, insightful, honest-'til-it-hurts memoir, Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? (Magnus, $19.99)
In happier times
He's an interesting guy, even more so in book-length than in the space of a post.