A beautiful fashion magazine-style glossy cover on a generously oversized volume. As big a book as I've ever seen, and size certainly matters! The pictures are presented in what almost approaches life-size, the only way to do such prime erotic material justice.
Rafael Carreras is as welcome an addition to Warning as a freshly mashed dollop of guacamole is a to a crispy, crunchy, golden fried taco. But it is a different Rafael Carreras than I've seen before. As if his entire already bronzed skin had been dipped in a rich, deep, dark chocolate. He almost looks like a negative image of himself, and I should know, I interviewed the Cuban-born actor in my humble suburban Los Angeleno home, and could see every subtle nuance of his spicy cinnamon-hued skin up close, and personal.
In his first picture we find our insular comrade standing with a hand-held shower nozzle in hand, dousing himself, his rolling-pin thick prick on full view in all its engorged glory.
The briefest photo spread features Brent Everett. He's one of the youngest models in Warning, and one of the hottest! He has a clean look, by which I mean lean features unadulterated by tats, piercings, adornments, or modification. He is lightly smeared with axle grease as his photo session is set in a dirty auto repair garage, but the dabs of grease hardly impair his effervescent appeal.
In the first picture he's naked and aroused sitting on an old red crate, leaning against a brick wall. Magnificent simplicity that is hard to top. Yet the second picture does just that, top it. Now we see him only in a simple white ribbed tank top, auto wiring such as that from an ignition or spark plug set, wrapped around his neck and torso, cascading down his legs and onto the bare concrete floor.
As you study the composition, you begin to discern interesting touches. You see his profile reflected on the brightly painted gas tank of the motorcycle he's leaning against, his face mirrored in a highly polished chrome cap just above the foot pedal.
I like everything about Brent, including his man-size, rock hard prick, his virtually hairless body and the slight pout to his lips. In the first picture the pout is barely evident, the final picture portrays him from a slightly different angle and displays the pout to full effect.Brent was hardly Warning's chief focus; he isn't even listed in the credits with the other models, unless you consider "and many more" as a credit. But I've always picked my own delights in books, and movies as well, regardless of who was the actual star or leading character.
There's something for just about every taste in men in Warning. At the other end of the age spectrum Steve Canon couldn't possibly be any more different from Brent Everett. His heavily tattooed torso, and even his inked hands, remind me of a menacing Robert Mitchum in the classic suspense thriller Cape Fear.
Model Simon Angel contributes an incredible eight-page seaside session that could stand alone as its own volume. He has an attractive squeaky-clean look to him, including close-cropped hair, nothing to distract from his overall positive aura.
His last picture is my favorite, a two-page black and white layout of him at the coast, lying on his side facing us, a light dusting of sand covering his whole hairless body, including his right cheek. His entire beer-can-thick stiff prick coated in the fine grayish grains. I know if I came across Simon on that beach I'd lick every miniscule particle of
sand off his angelic body!
Of course, Eddie Stone is the cover model and central figure (featured on12 pages) in Warning, and it is a role he pulls off magnificently. Eddie thrives in the spotlight and in this large format. We got a taste of him in a smaller format book, Bolt, also published this year. Please see my archived review of Bolt here on Outpersonals.comIn Warning, Mr. Stone comes into his own. Unlike in Bolt he is not limited to the leather scene, but has the opportunity to spread his wings. It's refreshing to see Stone outdoors, under the bright sun, seated in the buff in a field of tiny daisies. His best set is a series of fast action shots depicting him in increasing stages of arousal.
There's plenty more man meat in Warning, enough for two, or three more personality driven reviews. Including Johnny Hazzard, Brandon Lee, Tag Adams, Luca DiCorso, Jan Fischer, Tommy Ritter, Jay Varella, someone identified only as "Voodoo," Clay Maverick and Joshua Adams.
This is definitely Chi Chi LaRue's masterpiece -- run out and get it. It's absolutely worth the hefty price. (And as Chi Chi herself once told me, his name is pronounced "She She," not Chi Chi as in the Spanish term for female breasts.)Chi Chi LaRue's: WARNING. Photographs by Greg Thompson. 112 pages in color and black & white in a hard cover with matching dust jacket. $65 retail.
Published by Bruno Gmunder. Printed in Italy.
Warning post card book contains 12 post cards in a glue binding for $6.50.
Warning 2006 12 month Calendar (above)$14.99
You can get the book for $50, the post card set for $5, and the calendar for a
buck off from online merchants.
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