About the Blog..

My blog title, Ossessione, American Style, is taken from a movie by Count Luchino Visconti, who borrowed the plot of his astonishing debut film, Ossessione, from James M. Cain's novel, The Postman Always Rings Twice. Unfortunately, Visconti never paid for the rights and his film was not shown in the U.S. until many years after its release. The star of the movie, Massimo Girotti, would be People's "Sexiest Man Alive" many years running had the zine been around at the time. We first see him as a truck driver in a filthy sleeveless athletic undershirt, another of my obsessions: remember Paul Newman in an a-shirt (e.g. Hud or Cool Hand Luke)? Nowadays, they cheapen this garment who confuse it with something tank troops wore in World War I. The a-shirt is an undershirt, usually with thin bands over the shoulders; a tank top is a shirt without sleeves, akin to a "muscle shirt," only with wider bands over the shoulders. But, I digress....)

The purpose of this photo/comment column is to present a record of my obsessions. These are wide-ranging and diverse. This blog is not intended to be pornographic. The only pornography today is in politics.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Models Are The Most Beautiful Men, Part I: Ben Allen, My #1

I once had a boyfriend whose androgynous beauty prompted from many the pickup line, "Are you a model?" to which he would answer, cavalierly, "No, I'm full sized." I should think it a compliment to be asked if I were a model, for models are by definition beautiful, and I doff my hat at all models and to Tumblr for bringing me photos of so many incredibly good looking ones. My current favorite is Ben Allen, rated #8 in someone's list of "Top 50 Male Models." I cannot understand why Ben is not #1 (and I don't even get along well with Scorpios). To me, Allen simply exudes mysterious sexuality. He's modeled for Dior, Burberry, many others. He's been written up in the New York Times and many other publications. If he has no acting talent, I'd recommend he get some. I could sit through a three-hour adaptation of the telephone director just to look at him for what is, for some of us, a daydream.










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