And now for something completely different… Let’s leave the badge-bombing aside for a moment (*phew* a good batch of badges has gone in the post already – get ready for the badge
-bomb squad) and rest our weary eyes on something more attractive titillating . *ooops* I had vaguely promised a week of premieres here. Unfortunately the postal service is actively working against me. Damn, does it take long for my letters to reach the recipients. However, good news, a RAPS has reached its destination today, and so I can present another new creation here.
I’ve been through all the main chaRActers at this stage. I am even beginning to delve in the latest creations of yer man – Chop made his first appearance last week, and I can disclose that John Proctor will pop up soon, too. But there are a number of smaller roles that have not yet been enshrined. No blame on the attractive assets of these characters – moustaches and bad wigs aside – but mostly those lesser known chaRActers are not all that attractive when it comes to their personality. McIlwain? Looks nice in a towel but was a bit of a stalker. Chatford? Velvety soft hair, but the moustache??? Evil! Percy Courtenay? All red roses and sweetness at first, and presumably an enthusiastic kisser *ahem*
have you seen *those* gif??? but turns out to be a wife beater. Ugh.
When I started on today’s shrine, I wasn’t actually setting out to do Lee Preston particularly. Rather – I wanted to make a RAPS for my dear friend Obscura – the RArmy’s classicist who delights us on her blog Ancient Armitage with her insightful excursions into ancient civilisations, always written in her inimitable fluid and frequently cheeky-funny style. Moreover, Obscura is one of the two ladies behind the Spread the Love initiative. She deserved some love for her birthday. It was clear I had to do a theme that would somehow connect to her area of expertise –
tall, dark, handsome, British men classic art and mythology. I had an idea for a sexy little shrine, but the only suitably nude suitable imagery came in the shape of none other than Lee Preston.
Well, then, are there any redeeming features in Lee Preston? It’s all a matter of perspective. Or of concentrating on the good bits and ignoring the rest *coughs*. Here we go with the rather unexciting outside of the shrine.
In the words of Percy Bysshe Shelley (well, almost – I helped him a long a little bit)
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Lee,
Who wakens with his smile sultrý
Of sweet desire, taming the eternal queens
Of Heaven, and women, and all the things seen
That fleet along the air, or whom the sea,
Or earth, with his mascúline ministry,
Nourish innumerable, thy squee
All seek … O crowned Lee!
Ok, he’s not crowned. But he’s quite the male Venus *coughs*…
And I don’t even *like* that photo shoot…
However, as I said, it’s all a matter of perspective. Let’s forget the pool parties and the threesome with Jo and Jim (Beam). I mean, come on – who could resist *this*:
To tell you the truth – I was so taken with my fantasy version of Lee
or maybe the lingering smoke of my blown-to-pieces ovaries was momentarily obscuring (see what I did there??? :-D) my capacity to see clearly that I completely forgot to make holes for the little candles… *duh*. But well, I think the shrine might still work.
There we are. Lee in his element (note the styling of my shoot *giggles*), a Preston Premiere. I hope I haven’t ruined Homer for Obscura forever *ggg*. But this had to be done. My artistic imagination is extra-keen since the onslaught of creative inspiration courtesy of Mr A in The Crucible. I was working with the mastery of Botticelli in my mind.
Well, ok. Against better judgment and despite the lack of suitable imagery, admittedly. Sorry, Sandro. Mind you, as someone said to me – “RA really could be a tad less stingy about the naked material we have to work with!” Very true.