Sunday, 2 July 2017

Oh baby babee!

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Out 'n' About - Just love those Dandy Lions!

While ago when I needed a break from the office I went for a lunchtime walk and came across these bold, enthusiastic little fellas. Nothing cheers the weary soul quite like the simple flamboyant honesty of a Dandy Lion. And a gang of them is just a license for smiling! -

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Very sensual

Kendra Lust -

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Out 'n' About - Seed Galaxy

Seeing these Dandelion seed heads all over the place now. Look like galaxies of stars to me.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Sexy Film Reviews: The Housemaid

Please do not read this review if you do not wish to know plot developments

Not to be confused with the more recently released The Handmaiden, this film, The Housemaid, also hailing from South Korea, and released in 2010, is apparently a re-make of a much lauded 1960 release of the same name, and while I haven’t see the original, the quality of the story-telling in this version leaves me in no doubt this film stands firmly on its own merits.

Beautifully directed by Im Sang-soo, the deliberate and unrushed pacing, the tale’s beguiling unfolding, the quietly and intermittently observed details of manner and gaze, the strong composition, the wonderfully crisp cinematography of Hyung-deok Lee, the bold palette of dark and light with supporting muted tones, all these elements lend their seductive weight to the pervading sense of sombre gravity and effortless sensuality.

Elegantly erotic, The Housemaid is essentially a very powerful drama, a tragedy in fact. And a dark and twisted tale it is, with a truly shocking ending.

And this is where I encountered a slight problem with the film. Not the shocking ending in itself, nor the fact it is a tragedy per se, but the fact that to a degree it felt like a film of two halves. The alluring eroticism permeating the first half of the film evaporated half way through. Not that the quality of the film was affected in any way at all. But after the plot developed through some deftly executed and very sinister twists, the second half of the film virtually dispensed with the sensuality and eroticism and it became simply a morality tale and a tragedy. Very accomplished, but a story that turned its back on the eroticism. As if that had simply been the hook, and now there is the consequence. A progression I can understand, and which is satisfactorily logical, but which left me wondering if the film as a whole was not somewhat diminished by not maintaining the erotic timbre even as the tragedy unfolded.

Nevertheless, this is a fantastically enjoyable and thought-provoking film, and one which I certainly recommend watching. I’m sure I shall watch it again sometime soon. Of its very many pleasures, one of the highlights for me was Yeo-jeong Yoon’s superbly nuanced and meticulously restrained but emotionally powerful portrayal of the elder housekeeper. An acting masterclass if ever there was one.

So, a wonderfully made film, and very entertaining. Perhaps just shy of all it could have been?

Reuben’s Rating: 8/10

Monday, 24 April 2017

Out 'n' About - Ceanothus?

In a street just round the corner - Ceanothus impressus 'Puget Blue'? Not sure, but it's a hue that's scintillating to the eye.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Afroerotik [by AfroerotiK]

I absolutely love this wonderful artwork from Afroerotik. It is so beautifully intimate, sumptuously sensual and powerfully erotic.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Friday, 31 March 2017


Purple velvet of her golden fingers
Brushing, brushing
Over shrub-forested pearls,
Round and round
Into recurring dreams
Bright as mirrored stars,
Earthen-rusted satin berries
In dark woodland night.

Eyes abstracted,
A diamond necklace lost
In a midnight stream,
Perfumed mist,

O come to me, my beloved,
Her every sinew sings
In rarest silence,
Like the spectacle of the aurora borealis
Transferring energy
Into light.

O come to me, my darling,
Her complex heart entreats
From the cool of the bracken.

There, where the stars return,
She holds court.
A stolen, aching, momentary refraction,
Like a sunflower,
An invisible orchid.

She is not far
From the raucous notions
Of infinity and love,
The superclusters of appearance and nuance,
Intrigue and desire,
Where the sweetness of cherry tomatoes on the vine
Borders delirium,
Seed swallowed
Into oblivious history.

The long stroll through the garden
Is a dream,
All the bright flowers,
Pink, blue, tangerine,
These are her inspiration and affirmation.
The woodland is her closest confidante,
Her ally in times of clarity.

Her hand kneads her soft mons pubis,
Pressing as if all the cosmos could be contained
In a pamphlet
Or a poem
Or deep night only.

She wants the gold and the copper,
The coal and the zinc,
All of it,
Between her teeth,
Running through her hair.

Her fingertips potentate
Fire life into obliqueness,
Drawing driftwood back into the sea.

Her eyes open
To mysterious reality,
And she closes them again
In a moment of mercy.