The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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Thursday, June 03, 2010
HNT
Making art is a fine advantage of having creative friends who enjoy getting naked for one another.
Tilda had an idea. She wanted to cull quotes on sexuality that had been important in her personal development and picture them on nude bodies. She wanted it to be hands-on; the texts would be imprinted on bodies and then photographed. She ran ideas by me and then decided to draft me as a calligrapher.
The models are our friends. Halo is my dear protégé. Leo is a fellow you recently read about.
The quote is from George Bataille’s The Story of The Eye. It reads:
“We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.”
. . . and so defy we did. My handiwork was primarily on Halo. I had many words to script on a small body, and as I painted, I stayed modest by contrast to Tilda’s bold proclamation of not lacking modesty.
Top photo courtesy Michael Meyer Photography.
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5 comments:
Excellent handwriting, Jefferson.
I've seen other photos of you guys playing with body paint and I think this is the best version of the idea you've done yet. You ever seen The Pillow Book? It's a very strange revenge fantasy movie, but it's worth it for seeing a naked Ewan McGregor covered in calligraphy.
Excellent handwriting, Jefferson.
I've seen other photos of you guys playing with body paint and I think this is the best version of the idea you've done yet. You ever seen The Pillow Book? It's a very strange revenge fantasy movie, but it's worth it for seeing a naked Ewan McGregor covered in calligraphy.
It's kind of Pillow Book-ish, yes, and any opportunity to see Ewan McGregor's cock, calligraphed or not, is very welcome, not to mention the fact that I have a Peter Greenaway fetish anyway. Greenaway has shown me the light about the eroticism of architecture, handwriting, cooking, and even Shakespeare.
Me Likey.
This is incredibly amazing!
-la petite
(ps. Jefferson, your foot completes it so perfectly, hahaha)
Love this!
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