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
This year, Disney announced plans to revive the magical, majestical, supercali- fragilistical title character of Mary Poppins. We can’t find too much fault with the choice of Emily Blunt in the starring role, and we are pleased that this won’t be a “reimagining” of P.L. Travers’ original tale. (Travers wrote many more adventures for her English governess, so there’s plenty of material to draw upon.) Still, even if the composers are Hairspray’s Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, and they have elicited the support of at least half of the Sherman Brothers who wrote “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” and “Chim Chim Cher-ee,” we have a difficult time imagining a movie that can compete in our child brain with the five-time Oscar winner. Granted, Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent left a lot to be desired, and maybe the movie does take its own sweet time getting started — to say nothing of those interminable penguins — but we’ve done some internal editing, leaving nothing but a sweet aftertaste that, during this month’s “Wine Down with a Movie,” might be accompanied by free tipples of Domaine Chan- don.More
Nothing caps off a nice day at the beach like a mouthful of sand — especially if the grit in your teeth is the reward for the grit required to splay flat-out on your stomach, for the prize of a plastic disc in your hand, and all the glory that comes along with it.
Your art blog, as your critical peers call it, is staggeringly thoughtful. Your sophistication is years in the making, your artistic sensitivity frighteningly heightened and your networking savvy well, youve got a cousin with an editor friend, or something. Screw the convention machine, its all about the art, right? Maybe not. The Art Publishing Now clustersummit raises its flag this weekend; rally round it and learn the ever-evolving lingua franca of all things art publishing. The Saturday summit educates and unites contributors to (deep breath): periodicals, blogs, essays, books, podcasts, open source databases, arts editions, and newer hybrid forms, which were guessing are some kind of paper computers. Heads from across the media and art worlds smorgasboard including folks from SFMOMA, McSweeneys, NPR, Chronicle Books, and their ilk are on-podium offering insight into this dense but as yet un-summitted topic in San Francisco, according to gallery director Courtney Fink. And in writerly form, they wash all that information down with a cocktail or two at an after party (6 p.m. Saturday). Sundays Art Publishing Fair gives all involved an opportunity to Vanna White their wares and for the public to check out area publishing leaders such as artpractical.com and happenstand.com, and what theyre doing beyond their niche. But democracy in the art world is now, and anybody with a blog and a few novel thoughts seems to have a voice as loud as the next periodical.
Oct. 9-10, 11 a.m., 2010