Vintage Muscle Men
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Tuesday, December 9, 2025
Left out
The two guys at center seem to have some chemistry going, but the two others look left out.
A simple rearrangement might reduce their forlorn looks.
What he wants
Somebody knows what he wants, and somebody else doesn't seem to mind at all.
Meanwhile, another guy is snoozing obliviously in the background.
Monday, December 8, 2025
Bryan B's Dave Martin Unknowns
Between Bryan B's notes and my own research, I have names for most of the Dave Martin models in the photos he so generously sent to me. Today I'm posting ten that are nameless, at least for now.
We start with a fellow whose hand on the hip doesn't seem to fit the flex pose.
Thanks, as always, Bryan for your contributions to the blog!
Drama in Nature
I call this one Drama in Nature. Russ Warner once photographed
Jack Thomas in a very similar location and pose.
Conductor
I saw a symphony conductor once who gestured like this to get more emotion out of the chorus.
Of course, he didn't look anywhere near as good as this guy.
Very familiar
Our last Dave Martin model looks very familiar, and I should know him, but I don't.
Again, many thanks to Bryan B for generously sharing today's photos.
Sunday, December 7, 2025
Jerry Goes to Norway, Part 1 - The Vigeland Bronzes
The world's largest sculpture park devoted to a single artist is in Frogner Park in Oslo, and I spent a full day there in September. It features the work of Gustav Vigeland, and he planned the landscape as well as creating the sculptures. They consist of three basic groups: bronzes, granite works, and wrought iron gates. All of these feature a wide variety of humans of both sexes and all ages, and every one of them is nude. The reason given for the nudity has been stated as a desire by the artist for them to be timeless and not stuck in period clothes. The Norwegian government has seen to it that the sculptures are meticulously conserved and the grounds kept immaculate.
The photos are all mine, except for the aerial shot below.
Today I will post some pictures of the male bronzes from the first portion of the park.
Later series will feature additional bronzes, granite scuptures, and wrought iron work.
Gustav Vigeland's self portrait below is somewhat apart from the main area.
Lucky Beginning
Near the beginning of the sculpture lined avenue in Frogner Park one finds this statue where one key element is shiny, having lost its patina from being frequently touched. (See closeup below.) I asked a male employee of the nearby Vigeland Museum about this, and he told me that visitors, both Norwegians and tourists, touch this fellow for good luck. The Norwegians even have a catchy descriptor for this in "ta tak i den heldige KĂždd," which translated roughtly as "grab the lucky pecker." KĂždd is a slang term which can also mean doing a stupid or outrageous thing.
Grandpa
I couldn't find any mention of this one having been named by the sculptor,
but most moderns refer to it as Grandpa and Toddler.
Chest pounder?
Given the atavistic nature of some of the Frogner works,
this might be a man pounding his chest . . . or not.
Pair
Quite a few of the bronzes along the entry avenue of the park are matched sets,
especially on and near the bridge. This one is one that I like quite a bit.
Drop kicking the baby
I have always called this one "Drop Kicking the Baby," and many others interpret it as a commentary harried fathers everywhere. Mr. Vigeland, however, is said to have referred to it as "Man Under Attack from Genii Spirits." Either way, it is one of the most dramatic and photographed works in park. I photographed in both the morning and afternoon for the different lighting.
Wrestling . . . or something
Here we see one of about a dozen statues in various media scattered around the park where figures
(both men and women) seem to be wrestling or tossing one another around.
Personal favorite
This one is one of my personal favorites, and we get
a bonus of the harried father in the background.
Uncle Sonny
One of the highlights of my visit to Frogner Park was getting to see this particular statue.
Ever since I first saw it almost 10 years ago, it has reminded me of the day back on the
ranch when my Uncle Sonny taught his twin sons to swim in the irrigation pond.
The guy had a crude, but effective approach to life, and, after a rough start,
the twins quickly learned to enjoy swimming. Oh, how I miss that man!
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