Showing posts with label Tom Nicoll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tom Nicoll. Show all posts

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Bob by John Palatinus


Here's a photo by another man who knew how to pack a model into a pair of pants!

In the Summer 1958 issue of "Physique Pictorial," Bob Mizer wrote the following article on what he deemed excesses by a couple of certain photographers --


THE “BIG BASKET” FRAUD.

Though the great majority of persons interested in physique photography and art are idealistic in their concepts and are dismayed at vulgar displays, there seems to be a limited segment with a one-track mind interested in seeing an exaggerated masculine appendage. While the average physique photographer does not force his models to wear a steel corset or truss under trousers or trunks to insure complete lack of form, neither does he go out of his way to point up more form than is naturally apparent. But a couple of photographers, particularly one on the U. S. East Coast and one in England, have apparently reasoned that if girls with flat breasts can wear falsies, why can’t ungifted men do something similar. Consequently, one of these uses an object known as a “dildoe,” while the other employs an old sock appropriately molded. The result tends to be ludicrous rather than sensual. While some customers of these firms have been offended by the ridiculous, unnatural exaggerations, others have been annoyed by the insult to their intelligence.

There is a considerable difference between a picture done for vulgar display and one done to portray beauty and handsomeness. There is also a certain border line which it is wise for photographers to consider a “no man’s land.” This border line shifts from year to year – sometimes more liberal, sometimes more strict. Greedy or unthinking photographers who consistently go to the extreme tend actually to galvanize the opposition to all physical display, and thereby push the borderline into the stricter side.

Frankly, we feel that an athlete sporting an exaggerated artificial “bulge” looks as ridiculous and unaesthetic as a boy sticking out his tongue. We have personally written our sentiments to some of the offending photographers but thus far they have remained silent. If you should at any time receive mailings from such firms, write them a letter urging them to keep their offerings clean and thus avoid catastrophe for themselves as well as the entire physique field.


The two artists he was referring to were obviously John Palatinus and Scott of London (Tom Nicoll). Both artists' sensibilities were sympatico, though they formed independently on separate shores. In 1959, Palatinus would be arrested for selling his "lewd" photos through the mail, and in the very early 60s Nicoll would put his camera away, apparently voluntarily.

Now, 50 years later, you'll be able to see this photo of Bob as part of an exhibit of Palatinus' work to be held in Paris at the gallery Au Bonheur Du Jour in just a few weeks....

My, how the world has changed!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Ray Swales by Scott of London





A wonderful slab of British Beef! (With thanks to Dan for the scans.)

Tom Nicoll was seen in San Francisco as recently as 2009, according to famous leatherman Brandon Clark. His work in the early fifties was an inspiration to Tom of Finland, and continues to spark feverish fetishy dreams in all who continue to discover his art.

This devoted fan thanks you for your wonderful images, Mr. Nicoll!

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Thursday, August 23, 2007

John Tristram by Scott of London -- just can't get enough of Johnny T!






Don't you wish you had been by the seaside on this particular day?

[Thanks to Dan for these top-notch scans!]

John Tristram -- ah, my love... -- by Scott of London




John was a competitive bodybuilder from England who would move to the United States circa 1960 and settle in Southern California, where he became a favorite of AMG's Bob Mizer. Before that happened, though, he was immortalized by the infamous Tom Nicoll, aka Scott of London.

Scott squeezed his models into the tightest, shortest white shorts -- tightest, form-fittingest white sailor pants -- and possibly the world's smallest posing pouches, and got them to smile and flex their way into your heart. The leather-clad biker was also a photo-fetish of Scott's (he even spurred the motorcycle fetish in the work of Tom of Finland, when they first met).

Here are just a few shots of John, by Tom...

[Oh, how I love Johnny Tristram.... *sigh!*]