Photographer: Gastohn Barrios shoots Daian Zubieta in Modus Vivendi's Narrow Line.
From a press release:
One of the main trends in Modus Vivendi's Spring/Summer 2016 collection is the return of stripes. The Greek underwear and menswear brand has just released a new line that features stripes combined with neon accents. The newNarrow Linecomprises four styles of underwear and some great looking T-Shirts to wear them with! The underwear styles are briefs, mini briefs, boxer briefs and jockstraps, all of which are available in three colourways, with thin black and white stripes as the base and vibrant, neon waists and trim.
The campaign photographs were shot in the dunes of Pinamar in Argentina by one of today's hottest South American photographers, Gastohn Barrios. The campaign presents a nautical theme and the sexy sailor on shore leave is portrayed by model Daian Zubieta.
Beautiful Adam, one of NYC's best dancers (Video still via YouTube @boycultureblogdotcom)
This won't be for everyone, as the Adonis Lounge-supplied questions are, er, un-PC. But if you like looking at sexy go-go boys and enjoy watching them answer (fake!) political questions and then spill on whether they spit/swallow, top bottom, this is for you.
Also, Bryan Hawn appears.
Oh, and hey—there's great B-roll footage after the jump, too ...
Two years ago, I spent the NYC Pride March with the Adonis Lounge float and had a blast with Duncan Black and all the other wriggling dancers. The video alone was worth the work. This year, I accepted the offer to come back and shoot the boys in their nearly au naturel habitat—and it wasn't disappointing. As long as you don't count spending three hours waiting to step off, only to find many people had gone home by the time we began our outer journey.
After I spent hours shooting the beginning of the parade—check those fun and occasionally erotic pics here—I made my way back to 40th and 6th, where we were allegedly supposed to meet. I was more high-maintenance than a dancer, bugging boss-man Tim about the details; I was just sure I wouldn't get through the police barriers or something else would go wrong, and my damn iPhone Negative-Four doesn't hold a charge.
But I had no problem finding the crew, situated on the same block with Gloria Allred, some transgender defenders and—thank Christ—a place that sold croissants. The truck was late but most of the dancers were on time. I heard Tim booked 18 and about 10 showed, which is stripper for “a big turn-out.”
Lucky for Tim and luckier for the crowds who eventually saw us, some of his hottest guys came out to support the Adonis Lounge by shaking their moneymakers without the possibility of anyone stuffing bills into their G-strings. (Mine is an H-string, but I'm working on it.)
Get off my Hawn!
I spent a lot of bonding time with Bryan Hawn, whom I now know well enough that getting future lap dances or encountering his astral projection in a masturbatory fantasy would be awkward, as well as fellow dancer Matt, with whom I quickly developed a Moonlighting-esque rapport. (He's from the West Coast and said dancing at the parade was good business, even if nobody paid, I replied, Capitalism fail. Oregon, right?) We did have a legit-interesting convo about re-branding the word hustling, and he came up with sexual therapist after I rejected his more euphemistic healer.
Bryan Hawn with Matt, who'd just as soon debate you as lap dance for you. (He'd win either.)
Though I'm sure his antics on the float had a lot of onlookers wishing they could get healed.
Beautiful Santiago gets his Miley on.
What would J.C. do?
Carlos, from Ecuador, with one of his many fans
Try these on for thighs: Adam has to be one of the best-looking guys in NYC.
We honest-to-God didn't step off until after 6 p.m., the march was so big this year, but we weren't the last float; JetBlue was behind us, executing amazing flash-mob-style numbers, but I'm afraid we pulled focus every time a dancer got frisky and decided to moon Fifth Ave. (One beautiful dude who wasn't a dancer but was with RushboxApp.com, a co-sponsor of the float, kept hauling out his enough-for-two tattooed booty, which was much nicer than receiving a VOTE FOR NADLER sticker.)