192 large, hardbound pages
color and monochrome
See web site: http://www.joeoppedisano.com
Testosterone ... it almost seems like two entirely different books. One seedy, sweaty, shadowy, stinky, smelly. The other bathed in light, fresh, clean, delightful.
One lone model bridges the seemingly impassable chasm between the two:
A young blond who gives us one of the best of the hardcore compositions. We see him in a filthy, sleeveless tee shirt, black leather boots, and nothing else.
His ass is reclining on his boots and heels, his back leaning against a roughly serrated concrete wall, his hands grasping an overhead rung on a fire escape, exposing his armpits.
His sweat glistens all over his body. His muscular thighs thrust out at us almost in 3-D.
Then we see a complete about face, the same model now perfectly coiffed, scrubbed clean. His threadbare shirt ripped away, exposing a rippled torso so much finer than you could have imagined was hidden beneath that tattered rag.
He’s not entirely naked, he’s wearing a pair of unbuttoned Levis, giving us a glimpse of his blondish bush, and full view of a linear shock of sparse, fine, light brownish hair that rises up to his belly button.
Most of the pictures in Testosterone are in glorious living color.
But, I especially liked one of the few black & white photos. It features a wiry young man sprawled at the base of a staircase. Maybe he’s had one daiquiri too many, he may have fallen in a drunken stupor, his fine dress shirt is unbuttoned, and pulled open just wide enough to let us see his choice nipples, and magnificent torso.
That’s about all the flesh we can see, but it’s enough to convey to us that this sleek hombre is on the prowl, like a wild animal ready to pounce on his helpless prey.
Another monochrome composition presents what apparently are two athletes in swimming trunks, back-to-back, facing away from each other in their individual shower stalls. There’s a chrome partition between them, yet you still feel the electric connection between their bodies. Every corpuscle of their bodies yearns to pull closer to the other.
Another picture I liked could be a spoof of Brokeback Mountain. Two masculine, solid, affectionate men in black cowboy hats.
The darker haired, shorter one standing behind his fair-haired, taller, muscle bound partner, pulling up his black knit shirt, exposing one delicious nipple that draws your attention as surely as if it were a target.
The blond’s hands are grasping his over-sized belt buckle, forcing down his Levis revealing two, to three inches of choice tan line, his fine, light brown bush, and one prominent vein that shoots up from his crotch to his left hip like a lightning bolt!
His chest is smooth, and hairless. I think he’s naturally hair free above the belly button. He looks like he might have some Native American blood.
This photo is wildly erotic, extremely seductive, almost magnetic in its inexorable appeal.
Yet, clean cut. At least, how I define clean cut. Without stooping to the gutter the photographer has reached the stratosphere of eroticism!
Generally, I despise food sex. I don’t want to see a guy shoving a banana up his ass, or pouring Quaker Oats all over his body. Nothing sexual about that, in my opinion.
But, of course there is an exception to every rule. In Testosterone there’s a picture of a tattooed leather man of color pouring what could well be milk over his head. I say “could be” because the liquid is pretty thick, it may be cream, or watered down yogurt. The contrast between the snow-white dairy product, and the model’s ebony skin is striking, and attractive.
Individual droplets of milk caught in mid-air by the camera as they bounce off his head.
The subject isn’t particularly handsome, his body is only so-so, but somehow the composition overcomes his personal limitations.
On the dirty side, there are several pictures of guys in their underwear apparently having just had a roll in the mud! But it’s a “clean” dirty, if you know what I mean. The guys still look fresh, vibrant, and handsome despite their silt coating.
At least two of them have white bandages wound around their arms, perhaps battle injuries.
Joe Oppedisano: Testosterone. 192 large, color and monochrome hardbound pages.
http://www.joeoppedisano.com
Retail price is a whopping $77! But with some persistence, you can find a copy online for as little as $40.
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