This is a simple picture of one of my favourite boys of all time; Charlie Dagwell. I have been taking pictures of him since I was 18 and he has been an important muse for me. He is excessively tall and has an almost perfectly square head, like Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's monster. He has a dramatic face that reminds me of silent film stars, and a creamy marble body that makes me think of Michaelangelo paintings. He was on my school rugby team, and he is perhaps the reason why I have always gone to them for models. I find his body so beautiful, sculpted and honed, so unlike my own, so unlike anything I would even want for myself. A prominent feature of this image is the Jack Wills underwear. This is important to me because the Jack Wills label conjures up lots of erotic images for me. The rugby boys I have always lusted for have always been fans of the label so I instantly associate it with that. It conjures up feelings of masculinity, the smell of sweat, sports changing rooms, casual nudity, adolescence, gym sculpted bodies,youth. The flowers add the feminine edge to the picture that offsets Dagwell's masculinity so perfectly.
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