It's a delicate topic. Snakes and the texture of their skin are of rare beauty. And therefore must be protected. Therefore, we can either fake it. Or do it like Salma. /HORST
Supposedly the best male ballet dancer of the 20th century, his bare athletic perfection has been impressively documented by the aesthete Avedon. A manifest memento of what we aspire. /HORST
Medusa's snakes have chosen me. An eternal spell engraved onto my skin. Tattooed by a thin frayed layer of organza. The prophecy of our precedent prequel has fulfilled itself. And I devote myself. /HORST
The naked male body accessorized with a single object. Posing in established manners of online dating profiles. The fruit and the cowboy hat - implicating the personae's true self. So the question is: What kind of person is he? /HORST
Isn't it nice to have obsessions? Some unfulfilled fantasies. Things that shouldn't be but manifest themselves irreparably. Just like a tribal tattoo on tanned skin. /HORST
A rather romantic adaption of the Duchamps urinal. And a rather entertaining pose. A rather provocative post title as well, I may assume. Put shortly: We like to say it with flowers. /HORST
I am in love with a new reality TV show: Work Of Art. Project Runway for artists - with better clothes in it. My favourite: Self-voyeuristic Jaclyn Santos, using the Barbie cliché as a core momentum of her work. /HORST
That's what we've all been waiting for: a naked power yoga DVD. Peter Breen might not have won our Ugly Underwear Contest but he prefers to wear nothing at all anyway. And his latest piece of work concedes his point. /HORST