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Richard: I’m not entirely certain how the Lurid Digs handmaidens got their lube-stained mitts on this doozie, but I must say I’m impressed. I mean, it’s not every day that one stumbles across a color photograph of renowned Norwegian painter Edvard Munch — much less on a site usually dedicated to gay pornography. (That is what we’re discussing here, right: gay porn?)
Anyway, as we can all clearly see, this dates from Munch’s early career. In fact, in the work hanging behind the artist’s well-sculpted buttocks, we can see his use of the rich, earth-toned palette he would later immortalize in that perennial dorm room favorite, The Scream (although the painting we see here is clearly a derivative depiction of Oslo’s famous botanical gardens, executed in the manner of Monet).
The photographer seems to have interrupted Mr. Munch in the process of creating a rather naughty self-portrait — such paintings were, in fact, often discreetly displayed on the exterior of urban dwellings across Europe, and they are generally considered predecessors to the “Manhunt headless dick shot” so common today. Let us hope that Edvard’s quest for hot, Scandinavian booty led to a very warm night for all parties.
John: This guy is so succulent, his dick so thick that it kills me that he has such great taste too. He knows — was born knowing — he could only exist in a room like this, a room that aspires to all that is best in Best Western. The anonymous lamp, the anonymous wood, the anonymous panels. Can we please have sex through a gloryhole?
The Motel 6 aesthetic is the Meth-Viagra of room decor — as this heavily-donged bastard so clearly asserts. I bet he even knows never to speak like the educated brainiac that he so obviously is. An art school graduate, I’d say, judging from the impressionist sunset — clearly a post-modern jest — which he hangs, perhaps a tad too knowingly, at an ironic angle as if all he’s good for is fucking on the floor until the walls rattle.
Steve: I’ll be moving in next week; thanks.

File Under:For the hell of it
he must have gotten lucky in his search. and must have found inspiration.
I ‘ve always wondered about The Scream. How one person could get his mouth open so very widely. here we can see the reason.
p.s. and now we know the original title of the picture wasn’t really ‘The Scream’
I’m certainly no expert on Scandinavian art, so won’t even try to comment on the painting and its ramifications. Turning to the real subject of this photograph I have to wonder, just how tall is he? Either the ceiling of this room is pitched or he is a giant, in more ways than one. If I were the height of the lamp, things would line up just perfectly!
Um… It is clear you have no real art History credentials. That atrocity on the wall, is far too garish to be any derivitive of Monet’s refined impressionist style, even from his early period. It more reflects the Fauvists (or Feax-vists, or more Modern Fo-vists.), probably due to bad toilet training. The Bidet might have had very cold water and they might have had to make their own toilet paper from “scratch.” The Bold strokes, the nightmarish glaring color is far more arbitrary in look and function to the Favs than “impressionism.” The Impression is more of a Motel 5 off of Route 30 just East of Pittsburgh, in an area called Northe Versailles, which the locals pronounce it phonetically, ie North Ver Sales. There are many thrift stores and flea markets, hence very apropos in the Vignette/tablow. er tableau.
It’s obviously an allegory about frugality. It’s all about the composition utilizing the Golden Section as a key element, used most notably by the Dutch, as is the use of minimal arrangement and one small painting, possibly alluding to the “message” behind the overall image.
Oh, heavens, people!
He’s in his parents’ tacky, half-finished basement. That would explain the low ceiling, the wood paneling and the garish…..well, everthing.
However, I do agree that this pic might have been snapped in Versailles (either PA or KY, doesn’t really matter). They grow ‘em big there!
oh my god!!! that was my parent’s lamp. I grew up with that lamp next to me in the living room for 25 years. So that is where it ran off to.
I should contact my mother as she has been inquiring about it for the past 12 years.
Meanwhile, could someone adjust the painting, it is tilted.
And is it me, or should his head actually be through the ceiling? the ceiling looks a little low and his head looks a little high. it is an optical illusion…
cute. but hun, please move out of mommy’s basement. (A sadly common occurrence amongst the cute guys with huge dicks here in Pennsylvania. Very tragic.)
It reminds me of an old Robbie Benson tv movie where he is still living in the walls of the house long after his aprents have moved out. It was called, ‘Bad Ronald’. The thing about ‘basement living’ is that, you never really know what time of day it is…what season it is….or what YEAR it is….whether you ever DID finish high school or whether or not you parents are even still alive upstairs. If only he could find the phone to order a pizza, maybe the delivery guy would find him and take care of that thickie. I know I would.
I actually know this guy, he lives in Virginia, this isn’t his house. Besides being goodlooking, he’s a nice guy with a good heart, I kinda feel bad that he’s here.
What lamp, what picture are you all talking about? I am absolutely stunned - and I am a lesbian! This guy is gorgeous -and I am sure Tyler, that he really is a nice guy with a good hard. Good heavens, look at that shadow. So, let’s face it, if the guy is really hot, then the enterior design we all love to mock about here, is absolutely irrelevant
But why on earth is the ceiling so low? Is this Snow White in the dwarfs’ house?