In a NYD t-shirt. Saw this posted on Facebook, thought some may be interested.
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I wonder how old he is in that picture? I am assuming that is his sister? They have the same smile
In a NYD t-shirt. Saw this posted on Facebook, thought some may be interested.
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Wonderful idea lynnda. Morrissey is one of those celebrities (icons, really) whose personality is so huge that it's easy to forget he's as human as the rest of us. Given the PR debacles of the last few years, it would indeed help humanize a man who has always seemed so much larger than life. I think he'd be a champion caption-writer, too.
He's certainly one of the most photographed (and photogenic) men on the planet, at every age. He's always been so singularly beautiful, and that beauty seems to me to have been both physical and self-willed. I think it was Linder who once said something about the back of Morrissey's neck being as recognizable as his face, and it's true. I've probably spent too many years looking at pictures of the man, but the balance of masculine and feminine, seriousness and frivolity, arrogance, confidence and despair never ceases to fascinate me.
The photo is taken in front of St Patricks Cathedral in NYC. In front of right hand side door.
Sheridan Whiteside.
He looks like an Irish Quentin Tarantino. His aunt is a bit fit though
Larger than life to you, icon to you, but objectively: C-list celeb to most. All *celebrities* & *icons* are "as human as the rest of us", other than in the disturbed minds of their "fans".
Factually, is he one of the most photographed men on the planet? I doubt it. Compared to who? Michael Jackson? President Obama? Pope Francis 1? Or are you confusing your obsessive personal "fan" world with shared reality? As to photogenic, yes he has an *interesting* face but he mostly goes through previous eras stock poses by rote, adroitly mashing up Hollywood and Glam Rock, but hardly as groundbreaking as Bowie. Beautiful? It's in the eye of the beholder. I'd say he was well-groomed in a designer Euro fashionista way, he makes the most of himself, but he's hardly George Clooney or Marlon Brando, never mind James Dean. Not that 'beauty' is synonymous with talent or value in any sphere of life.
I've never, ever seen him as representative of 'masculinity', especially when he uses 'Fit-Lads' footie kit tropes, LOL! He is obsessed with curating images of testosterone alpha-males but I can't think of one image of him that could seriously be described in those terms. It's fascinating that some heterosexual-identified women seem to have been able to see him as a figure of potential erotic action, despite the tsunami of signifiers he's cascaded which seem to suggest allegiances elsewhere. I wonder if real women who aren't *fans* have ever hit upon him sexually in real life?
I wonder if he'll have some "work" done now as he moves into his mad Dennis Healey eyebrows phase? Or just use old photos from a few decades ago? It's always amusing to watch those who have traded themselves on their surface image succumb to the rigours of time. To their credit, Reed, Jagger, Richards and Iggy didn't go under the scalpel so there are pathfinders for him to follow in this, as in everything else he's done.
The photo is taken in front of St Patricks Cathedral in NYC. In front of right hand
side door.
Sheridan Whiteside.
Nice try.
I see you haven't been reading my posts (which is just fine). I think I've been fairly accurate (and thus rather harsh) in my assessments of the recent state of affairs in Morrisseyland. I come here less and less because Morrissey is less and less inspiring these days (or rather, he inspires something a bit unpleasant). I truly do believe that (especially when it comes to the internet) if you don't have anything nice to say, you really should say nothing at all.
Your obsessive hatred of the man is no more valid, rational or inspiring than his other fans' obsessive love. They think everything he does is charmed, you think everything he does is pathetic. Either way, he has you.
My statement regarding the number of times Morrissey has been photographed was not meant to be factual, since I don't know how many photos are out there of Elvis, Cary Grant or, yes, the spectacular George Clooney. It was obviously a conversational trope. You are clearly capable of better things than wasting time here. Not only that, but you are forcing me to say nice things about Morrissey. And so I shall.
Morrissey. Beautiful. Absolutely. Beauty is subjective of course, but Morrissey, at his physical peak (which varies according to personal preference) was blindingly beautiful in a perfectly pansexual way. Yes, Bowie was more groundbreaking (and more edgy) in his gender-bending (he got there first), but he was clearly performative. Morrissey was (and occasionally still is) able to radiate something singularly threatening and vulnerable which drove people mad. I remember, I was there. Many of us have heard straight men say (often in a semi-joking tone) that Moz is the one they would have made an exception for, that he could change a fella's mind. It's a part of that strange energy that he has always been able to summon up live.
As for Morrissey's masculinity: he's no skinhead or lurking thug, it's true, but there are plenty of photos out there where he sports a jawful of stubble and a rather aggressive demeanor. Particularly during his post-Quarry third act, there were nights when he seemed like a barrel-chested brawler. I saw him nearly dive into the audience one night to clock a heckler. He seemed a bit sauced, and utterly "male."
I think you are projecting heteronormative proclivities onto others, where they often do not belong. Just because a man is attractive does not make him a potential mate. It makes no difference whether a man is gay, straight or bi, single or married, interested or out of reach. He is either attractive to you or he is not. I wonder how many women and men have hit on Morrissey "in real life." We know he's had a few anonymous male encounters. I'm willing to bet that, in a smoky bar (somewhere where you can still smoke), a brooding, solitary Morrissey would still undoubtedly attract amorous female attention.
Regarding plastic surgery: you have no idea how grindingly awful it is to be widely loved for your youth and beauty. This is one of the greatest burdens of fame, and it is one that kills. Celebrity has always been a curse (with spectacular benefits), but in the age of the internet it is even more difficult to maintain one's dignity as the years grind on. Reed, Richards and Iggy were never prized for their physical beauty, and Jagger was always grotesque enough to go with the flow. Morrissey, on the other hand, was a geeky, dark, awkward, somewhat spindly, maladjusted adonis. "Stay handsome" everyone pleaded. He has, surprisingly, managed to comply.
Nice try.
I see you haven't been reading my posts (which is just fine). I think I've been fairly accurate (and thus rather harsh) in my assessments of the recent state of affairs in Morrisseyland. I come here less and less because Morrissey is less and less inspiring these days (or rather, he inspires something a bit unpleasant). I truly do believe that (especially when it comes to the internet) if you don't have anything nice to say, you really should say nothing at all.
Your obsessive hatred of the man is no more valid, rational or inspiring than his other fans' obsessive love. They think everything he does is charmed, you think everything he does is pathetic. Either way, he has you.
My statement regarding the number of times Morrissey has been photographed was not meant to be factual, since I don't know how many photos are out there of Elvis, Cary Grant or, yes, the spectacular George Clooney. It was obviously a conversational trope. You are clearly capable of better things than wasting time here. Not only that, but you are forcing me to say nice things about Morrissey. And so I shall.
Morrissey. Beautiful. Absolutely. Beauty is subjective of course, but Morrissey, at his physical peak (which varies according to personal preference) was blindingly beautiful in a perfectly pansexual way. Yes, Bowie was more groundbreaking (and more edgy) in his gender-bending (he got there first), but he was clearly performative. Morrissey was (and occasionally still is) able to radiate something singularly threatening and vulnerable which drove people mad. I remember, I was there. Many of us have heard straight men say (often in a semi-joking tone) that Moz is the one they would have made an exception for, that he could change a fella's mind. It's a part of that strange energy that he has always been able to summon up live.
As for Morrissey's masculinity: he's no skinhead or lurking thug, it's true, but there are plenty of photos out there where he sports a jawful of stubble and a rather aggressive demeanor. Particularly during his post-Quarry third act, there were nights when he seemed like a barrel-chested brawler. I saw him nearly dive into the audience one night to clock a heckler. He seemed a bit sauced, and utterly "male."
I think you are projecting heteronormative proclivities onto others, where they often do not belong. Just because a man is attractive does not make him a potential mate. It makes no difference whether a man is gay, straight or bi, single or married, interested or out of reach. He is either attractive to you or he is not. I wonder how many women and men have hit on Morrissey "in real life." We know he's had a few anonymous male encounters. I'm willing to bet that, in a smoky bar (somewhere where you can still smoke), a brooding, solitary Morrissey would still undoubtedly attract amorous female attention.
Regarding plastic surgery: you have no idea how grindingly awful it is to be widely loved for your youth and beauty. This is one of the greatest burdens of fame, and it is one that kills. Celebrity has always been a curse (with spectacular benefits), but in the age of the internet it is even more difficult to maintain one's dignity as the years grind on. Reed, Richards and Iggy were never prized for their physical beauty, and Jagger was always grotesque enough to go with the flow. Morrissey, on the other hand, was a geeky, dark, awkward, somewhat spindly, maladjusted adonis. "Stay handsome" everyone pleaded. He has, surprisingly, managed to comply.
Excellent post. Don't mess with Anaesthesine, BB you're totally out of your league!
A ludicrous, but highly amusing, justification of your investment in the wider cultural myths, shibboleths & delusions of Fame: and your personal investment in The Cult of Morrissey.
Nice try.
I see you haven't been reading my posts (which is just fine). I think I've been fairly accurate (and thus rather harsh) in my assessments of the recent state of affairs in Morrisseyland. I come here less and less because Morrissey is less and less inspiring these days (or rather, he inspires something a bit unpleasant). I truly do believe that (especially when it comes to the internet) if you don't have anything nice to say, you really should say nothing at all.
Your obsessive hatred of the man is no more valid, rational or inspiring than his other fans' obsessive love. They think everything he does is charmed, you think everything he does is pathetic. Either way, he has you.
My statement regarding the number of times Morrissey has been photographed was not meant to be factual, since I don't know how many photos are out there of Elvis, Cary Grant or, yes, the spectacular George Clooney. It was obviously a conversational trope. You are clearly capable of better things than wasting time here. Not only that, but you are forcing me to say nice things about Morrissey. And so I shall.
Morrissey. Beautiful. Absolutely. Beauty is subjective of course, but Morrissey, at his physical peak (which varies according to personal preference) was blindingly beautiful in a perfectly pansexual way. Yes, Bowie was more groundbreaking (and more edgy) in his gender-bending (he got there first), but he was clearly performative. Morrissey was (and occasionally still is) able to radiate something singularly threatening and vulnerable which drove people mad. I remember, I was there. Many of us have heard straight men say (often in a semi-joking tone) that Moz is the one they would have made an exception for, that he could change a fella's mind. It's a part of that strange energy that he has always been able to summon up live.
As for Morrissey's masculinity: he's no skinhead or lurking thug, it's true, but there are plenty of photos out there where he sports a jawful of stubble and a rather aggressive demeanor. Particularly during his post-Quarry third act, there were nights when he seemed like a barrel-chested brawler. I saw him nearly dive into the audience one night to clock a heckler. He seemed a bit sauced, and utterly "male."
I think you are projecting heteronormative proclivities onto others, where they often do not belong. Just because a man is attractive does not make him a potential mate. It makes no difference whether a man is gay, straight or bi, single or married, interested or out of reach. He is either attractive to you or he is not. I wonder how many women and men have hit on Morrissey "in real life." We know he's had a few anonymous male encounters. I'm willing to bet that, in a smoky bar (somewhere where you can still smoke), a brooding, solitary Morrissey would still undoubtedly attract amorous female attention.
Regarding plastic surgery: you have no idea how grindingly awful it is to be widely loved for your youth and beauty. This is one of the greatest burdens of fame, and it is one that kills. Celebrity has always been a curse (with spectacular benefits), but in the age of the internet it is even more difficult to maintain one's dignity as the years grind on. Reed, Richards and Iggy were never prized for their physical beauty, and Jagger was always grotesque enough to go with the flow. Morrissey, on the other hand, was a geeky, dark, awkward, somewhat spindly, maladjusted adonis. "Stay handsome" everyone pleaded. He has, surprisingly, managed to comply.
Beautiful? It's in the eye of the beholder. I'd say he was well-groomed in a designer Euro fashionista way, he makes the most of himself, but he's hardly George Clooney or Marlon Brando, never mind James Dean. Not that 'beauty' is synonymous with talent or value in any sphere of life.
I've never, ever seen him as representative of 'masculinity', especially when he uses 'Fit-Lads' footie kit tropes, LOL! He is obsessed with curating images of testosterone alpha-males but I can't think of one image of him that could seriously be described in those terms. It's fascinating that some heterosexual-identified women seem to have been able to see him as a figure of potential erotic action, despite the tsunami of signifiers he's cascaded which seem to suggest allegiances elsewhere. I wonder if real women who aren't *fans* have ever hit upon him sexually in real life?
I don't think heterosexual women care if he is gay or bi or heterosexual. He is a fantasy. They know he is never going to be their boyfriend or lover. So the details are irrelevant. Morrissey is not John Wayne or James Cagney. But masculinity is not necessary what they want in their pop icons. Life partners? Probably. But it doesn't matter that Morrissey has effeminate mannerisms. He is pretty-handsome. In the way that gay porn stars are pretty-handsome. And lots of heterosexual women watch gay porn because the guys are much better looking than the guys in straight porn. They don't care that the men don't want to have sex with them. The fact is, that they want to have sex with them. Same goes for Moz. The video for November Spawned a Monster, is one of the 'gayest' things I have ever seen. It is also one of the hottest things I have ever seen. He oozes sex. Doesn't matter that he is not the epitome of masculinity. He is the epitome of sexuality expressed while dressed. I know I am not the only woman who feels this way.
Moz is most F&%@able in this video...
Your rhetorical signature seems to be that you pretend to have someone on the defensive when in fact they're just being patient with you.