Better order some industrial strength lip balm and practise suppressing the gag reflex. Shameless sporno star and uber-metrosexual David Beckham is ramming his eye-popping lunchbox down our collective throats again. This time with a media ‘offensive’ for his own line of men’s undies – and strangely shapeless vests – from Swedish-owned high street fashion chain H&M. “I always want to challenge myself and this was such a rewarding experience for me. I’m very happy with the end result and I hope H&M’s male customers will… Read More »David Beckham’s ‘End Result’ – Can You Handle It?
Thank heavens American feminists leafing through dusty back issues of Rolling Stone magazine have scientifically proven that men aren’t being ‘sexualised’ the way that women are. Otherwise I would have got entirely the wrong idea watching this ad and the way the camera gropes Nadal in the grimy lift. Tip: Paolo
As if the tarty Armani poster of Rafael Nadal offering his arse to the world wasn’t slutty enough. Along comes the sporno video. The tennis ace is being shoved up against the (unplastered) wall and then thrown down and hammered on the builder’s bench. Twice. By the camera. Which chops up his body into sexy, slippery bits and pieces. Tits and ass and abs. Total, rampant, ruthless objectification. Which Mr Nadal – like many young men today – appears to relish. And that liquid he’s half-drowning… Read More »Nadal Hammered Into Sexy, Slippery Pieces by Armani
Paolo Rumi in Milano sends this snap of Armani’s latest sporno star, tennis player Rafael Nadal, kindly offering his giant but pertly athletic arse to passers by in Armani’s home town. In the early Naughties I described the exhibitionism of metrosexuality as ‘literally asking to be fucked’. I’m sure people thought I was being absurd and vulgar again. I was, of course. But I was also on the money (shot). The Daily Mail tastefully describes this saucy image of the world’s No.1 tennis player half-naked,… Read More »Tarty Armani’s Latest Sporno Spunk
Cristiano Ronaldo’s latest for Armani shows him looking – not too hard – for his t-shirt. Do you remember when maids rather than footballers were treated as sex-objects? No? OK, I must be getting very old indeed. But of course this tradition is what the ad is playing on – the reversal, or reflection/refraction, of ‘the male gaze’ that has happened in the last couple of decades that is the signature style of metrosexuality. And likewise it trumps the traditional presumption of feminine passivity and… Read More »Cristiano Can’t Find His Shirt – But Always Knows Where the Camera Is