Word: leathers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...show are those in which the artist used realism for the more intelligent purpose of communicating an idea about society. And these artists find something in society to criticize. Certainly the most powerful image in the show is the massive figure of a man clothed in black leather struggling to free himself from the belts and zippers that contain him everywhere. Perhaps it can be interpreted as a commentary on repression or even some avid libber's dream of a future society in which men's mouths and genitals are zipped tight...
...most of these remain vague references, often deceptively so. For instance, the cover tells the newsstand onlooker that inside he will find "bikes, leather, Nazis, flesh bestiality," everything to satisfy the macho lusts of that man of the world...
Inside the leather turns out to be a fashion section, the Nazis, a short overblown piece of nonfiction on a woman Nazi hunter, and the bestiality a three-page pictorial of animals copulating. The last is the only thing in the magazine that shows any sign of originality. Subtitled "Our Friends in the Animal Kingdom Finally Get It On," the pictorial is actually funny. But in the context of the rest of Our it reads like self-parody. There are pictures of walfuses, rhinos, zebras, tortoises and hippopatomuses getting laid. It looks more like a selection from Mad magazine than...
...first effort is obviously for the boys. The graphics are good and reminiscent of Playboy, the nudes largely European and evocative of Penthouse. There are features on French wines and women, fashions in leather and rough-country motorbiking. The oddest item is a gross featurette that shows animals copulating. Overall, the first issue seems a bit sophomoric in its straining for sensuality...
...again and again to them, split-screen images tuned to the ruffling of the rodeo man's brow, as battered Junior makes his way back to his trailer. Every bit of stable dirt crusting on his boots, every slap of leather chaps against dungarees, even the feel of sweated denim against the man's chest, reminds him of his failure. The champ, good-natured, broadfacedly smiling, watches Bonner tape his bruised midsection. ("Whooiee!" says Twilliger). He also backs up Bonner's white Cadillac to his horse trailer. "Maybe I'd better take up another line of work," says Bonner...