While they often presented themselves as bodybuilders’ publications, their chuckle-prompting titles — Torso, Adonis, Honcho, Mandate — didn’t lie. Gay men’s magazines of decades past were bought by gay men who wanted to look at the erotic illustrations of well- built male bodies therein. Because any- one known to possess such material in the homophobic 1950s and 1960s could experience serious consequences, men hid the magazines under their mat- tresses. These illustrations have now inspired a traveling exhibition, Stroke: From Under the Mattress to the Museum Wall. Curated by notable erotic artist Robert W. Richards and orig- inating at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, the popular show contains 24 original illustrations that ap- peared in gay magazines from the 1950s to the 1990s. It also looks at how gay men, forced into the closet during those decades, used these pictures to explore their sexuality intimately. It additionally serves as a showcase for the artists in- volved. On view are works by two dozen top artists of the times, including Touko Laaksonen (Tom of Finland), Antonio Lopez (Antonio), and David Martin.More
Just because the man makes the trippiest films on the planet, everybody thinks David Lynch is from Bizarroland. He's an artist, people, not a space alien or a drug-huffing lunatic. Well, unless you count nicotine and caffeine. He doses himself steadily throughout Lynch, an entrancing mood piece that captures the director's state of mind before and during the production of Inland Empire, his latest film and his first shot on digital video. The man from Montana is presented as a full-time, hands-on creative being, painting, writing, hammering on a set, immersing a sport coat into a bucket of green dye. He's not in constant frenzied motion, however; the benefits of transcendental meditation, which he mentions more than once, are self-evident. The film adamantly refuses to open a window onto Lynch's personal life, or to provide so much as a wisp of an interview with a friend or collaborator (though the glimpses of Laura Dern are a sweet treat). The only voice we hear, essentially, is Lynch's, which makes Lynch less a documentary than a guided meditation on the art of living a creative and satisfying life.
Jan. 17-21, 7:15 & 9:15 p.m., 2008