Beautiful

Water Moves

IF PHOTOS ARE MESSAGES, THEN HANS FAHRMEYER IS ONE OF THE MOST PROLIFIC MESSENGERS OF TODAY AND OF CLASSIC LIMES. FROM HIS APPRENTICE DAYS OF LEARNING HIS PHOTOGRAPHY CRAFT IN THE LOST ART OF DARKROOM DEVELOPING, YOU KNOW THIS MAN WRESTLE MORE OUT OF AN IMAGE THAN MOST EMERGING AND LONG LIME PHOTOGRAPHERS. IT'S HIS USE OF LENS, LIGHT, EXPERIENCE AND PASSION WHICH MASSAGES HIS IMAGES TO AN UNEXPECTED PORTRAYAL.

Hans Fahrmeyer is a recognized photographer of male and female portraits combining both technical skill and artistic expression. His three previous books (Colors of Men, Between Men and Women, and Between Men) reflect his stylization. But the new images in Water Moves are even more lively and stronger then the earlier ones. The photos are a timeless provocation as Hans demonstrates the gravity of his models into an art form. Fahrmeyer's use of beautiful muscled men weaves with the reflective properties of water to create memorable masterpieces.

Hans Fahrmeyer was born in Bochum, Germany, where he developed both his professional and artistic skills. After leaving Germany he worked in Paris, Cannes and London before immigrating to the USA where he established a studio in the West Village of New York. Watching him in the studio or on location, he can either be the fly on the wall when he has to be, or the sorcerer, pulling out the best of the talent in front of his lens.

His latest book, Water Moves, is an illuminating dance of beautiful male images married with mirrors, water, sensuality and balance. There's a blend of powerful images with technical insight. The images become forceful yet arresting. He has produced a collection that mixes the  casualness of the snapshot with the artistry of classical photographer.
His subjects capture the eye for their immediacy, beauty, and movement.

Water Moves makes one yearn for an encore. ln cinema. we know by the last scene, there's a sequel planned. By the lime you get to the last page, you're hoping for the release of more from Hans Fahrmeyer. –BM-

Water Moves by Hans Fahrmeyer can be purchased on Amazon.com.

Text by Richard D. Piper.

HANS FAHRMEYER | BEAUTIFULMAG

Stansted Boys

LONDON STANSTED AIRPORT OPENED ITS DOORS, OR RUNWAYS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 1943. DURING AND IN THE AFTERMATH OF W.O II THE AIRPORT WAS FIRST USED BY THE RAF AND THE UNITED STATES AIR FORCE AS A BOMBER AIRFIELD AND LATER AS A PRISON FOR GERMAN PRISONERS OF WAR. STARTING IN 1949 STANSTED MOUNTFITCHET BECAME A PUBLIC AND COMMERCIAL AIRPORT, AND SINCE 1966 MANY TRAVELLERS PASSED THROUGH THE AIRPORT ON THEIR WAY TO SUNNY HOLIDAY DESTINATIONS.

If you Google Stansted, all you find is information about Stansted Mountfitchet, the airport located in the local government district of Uttlesford in Essex, 48km north east of Central London. But if it is up to Gert Kist, this is going to change very soon. Because it was in Stansted that our Dutch Malemodel.nl photographer found Charley and George.

Besides being a historical airport that now houses a number of major European low-cost carriers, Stansted is also home to real life couple Charley and George. Charley and George are the living proof that regular visits to the gym do not only result in amazing bodies, but it also keeps you young. Young in looks and young at heart. One of them is 18, the other 28, but both look like they were born on the same day. Honestly forces me to add to this that when we say regular visits to the gym means – in Charley and George’s case, about 5 times a week. It seems logical. Just look at them.

Gert Kist met Charley and George when they made their maiden visit to Dutch capital city Amsterdam. George works as a personal trainer (also not too bad to guarantee mouth watering physics) and does quite some modeling on the side as well. A hobby that has brought him to many European destinations. Amsterdam being one of them. And so it happens that, while being in Amsterdam together, the handsome couple posed for Gert’s Malemodel.nl website.

Where George spends his time working and working out in the gym, Charley’s days are filled quite differently. Charley works as a financial manager but, as said before, that doesn’t stop him from joining his boyfriend for intense work out sessions and – just like George – taking on some modeling gigs here and there. Now we do not know whether the two lovebirds ever stood together in front of the camera before Gert shot this duo series, but we do know, just like Gert, that it would have been criminal to miss the opportunity. Because not only are the two men a lust for the eye, they also display a true chemistry on set that you simply can’t fake. Prepare yourself gentlemen, because we have a lot more Charley and George up our sleave after this introduction. And I can guarantee you, you won’t be disappointed. -BM-

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Warrior [BM Cover Story]

PEOPLE CAN SAY WHAT THEY WANNA SAY. WHEN I'M IN THE RING, BABY, I'M HEAVY-WEIGHT. I'M NOT GONNA RUN WHEN I HEAR THEM CALL, HEAR THEM CALL. I'M GONNA DANCE, DANCE, DANCE TO THE BEAT OF MY DRUM. GONNA FEEL MY BLOOD RUNNING WILD AND YOUNG. GONNA DANCE, DANCE, DANCE TO THE BEAT OF MY DRUM. LIKE A WARRIOR – HAVANA BROWN, WARRIOR -

For their latest shoot, Nige Rorbach  and Adam Reeves wanted to do something a bit more artistic and editorial. Plus the song "Warrior" by Havana Brown reminded Nige of Adam. Warrior (lyrics below) really made him think about how strong, independent and resilient Adam is. Even though it's a dance track and Adam is more of a death metal fan! "I wanted to produce something very reminiscent of the high contrast 90's imagery, and use more artistic poses," Nige says. "As always, Adam was up for the challenge and pretty much nailed every look within the first few frames."

There's a reason Adam Reeves is the leader of Nige Rorbach's modelarmy. Adam delivers every time they work together. His attitude never fails, and his enthusiasm is amazing. Nige loves working with someone who trusts hil, and who likes to play with imagery as much as he does. No wonder Adam is his muse, his best freind and his warrior.

I am a fighter, it's in my DNA
Step by step, and brick by brick, nobody stopping me
Quit trying to shoot me down, 'cause I'm invincible
I think you made a mistake, I am a warrior

I am a blizzard, so don't get in my way
I keep on blowing 'til there's nothing left in front of me
You wanna take my crown, but I'm invincible
You are a venomous snake, but I'm a warrior

People can say what they wanna say
When I'm in the ring, baby, I'm heavy-weight
I'm not gonna run when I hear them call, hear them call

I stand like a soldier, yeah
Strike like a tiger
I stand like a soldier, yeah
Punch like a champion
Like a warrior –BM-

Photography and text by Nige Rorbach.
Warrior lyrics: Luciana Caporaso, Nick Clow, Jenice Portlock, Jonas Saeed, Niclas Kings.

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An Idyll of Twin Idols / The Honeybrown Twins on the Farm

IN HABANA DEL ESTE, WE'RE FAR IN FROM THE SEA
BUT FAR ENOUGH FROM THE CITY'S NOISOME CALAMITY
AWAY FROM TARNISH, SCANDAL, AND SHAME
WHERE HERE ON THIS HILLOCK IS NOTHING AND NO ONE TO DEFAME

The sweet melody of the rustling whisper of the palm,
The horseflesh, the noontime sun, the unfolding calm,
The blossom of the day and the sun rising high
As a few spare clouds scrub a blue enameled sky.

Amorous Marlon and Andro, still beautiful and young,
Still honeybrown and blessedly hung,
Are still made to idolaters make
Giving me more than there is time to take
With their rough beards, lusty lips, and speaking eyes,
Their sinewy forms, their tribal marks, and those meaty thighs.
And many are the curious dints to ponder
In their drum-tight bellies wither my wits wander.

Altered of course as the day alters the sun
As the sun alters the flower since the day begun.
The day, the river, time relentlessly push on.
Men have overthrown the boys, the boys are gone.
But when the brothers are playing and, oh, when they are smiling –
Either that churlish twist or that broad glint beguiling –
I recognize them again and memory can no longer falter
And I relinquish again and I submit again at the foot of their altar.

Their bodies, like the forges of Vulcan, put out a mighty heat
So that a solid embrace can make time retreat
Even for a moment – this moment here on this faraway farm
Where the brothers play, where the brothers charm
Is my scavenger's prize and I could lose my skin and fly
Delirious deep into that blue enameled sky.-BM-

Photography and text by Kevin Slack.

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The Honeybrown Twins on the Farm / An Idyll of Twin Idols

I AM REUNITED WITH THE BROTHERS AFTER A LONG ABSENCE. WE MEET IN CENTRO HABANA AND DRIVE OUT TO VAST ROLLING FARMLANDS. AT THE END OF IT, WE FOLLOW A MAN ON A HORSE TO OUR FINAL DESTINATION.

Arrived, we catch up - the brothers and I - as we plod away from penned animals, the huffing oxen, away from the vaguely curious farmers, across fields and over ruts under a sharp sun. We are still catching up, when it is time to start.

I like this fertile smell of earth and grass and animal too. And we are under a tranquil sky that promises to go on forever. And so here we are and I breathe with relief and expectation too all the way down to my toes. My soul shimmers. It shimmers for the space and the sky and the grass and the trees and the earth and it shimmers for the brothers.

The honeybrown twins, Marlon and Andro, fix me and transfix me too. The brothers do not wilt from the shining black eye of my camera. Rather, here, in the light of the day, they uncover their affection, their vivid charm, like a peacock with its brightly bursting tail, and they lay bare their lucid sensuality. By now, more men than boys, the brothers are architects of their own performance, their own bodies, their own divine youth still, still invincible and indomitable.

The brothers always look like they are up to something. There is no resistance, no reticence either. They are keepers of some divine and shining secret; and I am an unworthy scavenger, a witness, as they stir up my body and my soul too. I can do nothing of course but consent and resign and submit to that worshipful disquiet, holy or profane, as the brothers laugh and cajole and whisper and play. –BM-

Photography and text by Kevin Slack.

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