Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Favorite Pic of the Day for December 4th

Sir Keith by Carl Proctor
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Just Because:

I am not a fan of outing, I find it especially assaultive when it is another member of the gay community. Most times, it is about them and not the person in question. But... the stories keep coming and with a fourth lawsuit, all within the year, you have to wonder if John is going to take it to his grave. This suit was not brought on by a masseur, or stranger but a pilot who worked for the actor for over six years. It it were 1979 and housewives were swooning at any move of his hips I could understand, but Travolta's impact on the motion picture world is already history, largely due to the persistent rumors. It is time. I think it is still possible, with a great interview, he might be welcomed out, but time is not on his side.

Movember in Montreal!

I know Movember is over, but I didn't get e-mail alerting me to Movemboys until last week. Given my passion for Mens mental health issues, and my undying love for the city of Montreal didn't want an opportunity to go by to share Movemboys with FH readers.

During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces, in Canada and around the world. With their “Mo’s”, these men raise vital funds and awareness for men's health, specifically prostate cancer and male mental health initiatives.

Montreal photogarphers Marc Bruxelle and Jonny Rueda release new shots each day of the month of the men of Montreal sporting moustaches to raise money for these worth causes. These men, called Mo Bros effectively become walking, talking billboards for the cause. Check out the site as it's never too late to donate and to get ready for next year!

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Wigged Out

Do you ever wonder how you have coped if you were born in another time, another era. When I watch old movies, or episodes of old shows like Little House On The Prairie, I wonder how I would have handled the conditions of living during that time. As a race, we are being conditioned to be lazier and lazier with each passing year. Patience, once a virtue, is now something not tolerated. Having to wait for anything, God Forbid overnight for a movie or song to download is now something most of us find unacceptable!

I had the flu this weekend. I was propped in my big bed with my laptop, newspapers and magazines, the new Grisham a friend had brought over, hard cover to boot! (I wait for paperbacks). My phone on my nightstand, my remote and tv with a stack of DVD's and downloads I could not have finished if I tried. Anytime I wanted anything I picked up the phone, anytime I was curious about something I simply headed to google.

While lying there, nose running and feeling sorry for myself, my mind forced me back to when I was about 5 or 6 in the early eighties. The memory is not really a good one, but tends to pop up now and then when I get whiny. I remember my mother dragging me and my siblings to visit her older sister who was dying of cancer. She lived with her husband, but he was at work during the day so my mother and her younger sister took turns checking in on her during the day.

It was July and the room was hot as hell. As soon as we arrived, my mother brought the fan closer to my aunt and put a fresh bowl of ice in front of the fan to help keep my aunt cool. She fed her broth, put on some food for my uncle to eat later when he got home from work. My aunt had a Harlequin by her side and little black and white television but not close enough to reach. I remember my mother double checking that my aunt was ok with The Price Is Right being left on as there were only two channels. There was one push button phone in the living room but an extra long cord which enabled my aunt to have it by her bed during the days.

What I remember most distinctly was that my mother insisted we wait while she went into my aunts room alone first before we could enter, She went alone again after we had left. What I didn't know at first, but regrettably found out by peaking back into the room, was the reason my mother did the two trips into the room without us, was to put on, and then subsequently take off, my aunts wig. I know a big part was a concern over how we might react, but I also think a big part of it was my aunt needing to care for, and control her appearance even with everything that was going on to other parts of her body. I am glad to have this memory, as difficult as it is, it helped me when I think my sniffles and fever is the absolute worse thing that I could be going through.

Last Four Images from Nolan Dean Photography

All The Rage: The Return of Keith by Carl Proctor

'There was no shame for a man to lift up his wig in public to scratch his head. A man might remove his wig while sitting informally with friends. Some gathering places were equipped with wall pegs specifically meant for wigs.'
American History

Wearing wigs goes back to the ancient Egyptians who wore them to shield their hairless heads from the sun. For nearly two centuries powdered wigs, also called perukes, were all the rage for men. Louis XIV, the King of France at the time, was only 17 when his hair started thinning. Worried that baldness would hurt his reputation, Louis hired 48 wig makers to save his image. O aristocrats began to copy the kings bouffant and the style trickled down to the upper-middle class and a new fad was born.

In the 18th century, during the height of the craze, men were not bombarded, as they are today, with late night infomercials for hair plugs, creams and procedures. Besides playing on our vanity, they are also an expensive. In the 18th century however long hair was also a status symbol, and hair loss, like for many men today, was for many, an embarrassing problem to deal with.

This embarrassment was not just about the loss of hair, but also about other things, that without the wig, could be seen by others. The wigs purpose also had a distinctly sexual connection. By 1580, syphilis became the worst epidemic to strike Europe since the Black Death. One of the side effects of the STD was patchy hair loss and open sores, often located on the head. To hide any funky aromas, perukes were coated with white powder and scented with lavender or orange.

By the late 18th century, the trend began to fade. French citizens ousted the peruke during the Revolution, and Brits stopped wearing wigs after Prime Minister William Pitt levied a tax on hair powder in 1795. Short, unpowdered hair became the new craze.

Model Keith was the subject of the first profile (Visual Stimulation) that I did featuring the work of Atlanta photographer Carl Proctor. I have been wanting to feature more of Carl's work with Keith for awhile now and when I saw his recent shoot with Keith donning a peruke, I wasted no time in contacting Carl.

Keith is fearless in front of the camera, self assured and full of energy. As an actor, he also is also skillful at taking on characters and has spent a lot of the past year on stage. Keith is also comfortable with his clothes off, something his friends like to give him a hard time about, many think it strange to see him actually dressed! Last year, he was also briefly naked on stage for a role in one of his plays.

Carl often merges two images within his work for a mirroring effect. I love in these shots how 18th century aristocratic Keith seems perplexed by modern day Keith's choice of undergarments. Seems the Keith from the past wants the Keith of the present to put a little more on as but as you can see, modern day Keith wants nothing of it! Check back in a couple of days for part 2 of this shoot when Keith gets rid of the wig and drops the pantaloons!

Carl Proctor on ModelMayhem
Carl Proctor Official Site: (message him for a password!)

Carl Proctor on FH:
-Selection: Chad Glenn
-On Your Mark: Nicholas
-Lying In Wait: Cameron Foster
-Visual Stimulation: Keith
-Not A Shy Bone In His Body:Ray Luis
-A Thousand Images Later: Benjamin Godfre
-And The Winner is....Quinn Christopher Jaxon
-Super Eighth: Sammy by Carl Proctor

Ultimately it seems both Keith's decided the natural look worked best.