A guitar in the hands of a naked man makes a certain kind of sense. There’s the musician fantasy—the guy in the band, the private serenade, or the suggestion that clothes came off somewhere between songs. A grand piano adds its own domestic fantasy: an elegant den, a man wandering in from the bedroom, perhaps playing something before wandering back.
Then things get a little stranger. Mike Stern sitting naked on the edge of a bed with a bugle balanced on his knee? Emil Swoboda blowing a shofar naked in the backyard? Why? Who knows. That may be precisely the charm. Like so many of these handheld props, the instrument gives the model something to hold, play with and play against—sometimes creating fantasy, sometimes simply delightful absurdity.
The headphones bring everything back home. Listening to music is private and intimate, suggesting the ordinary pleasure of sharing space—or perhaps musical taste—with another man. The technology also dates the photographs beautifully. Those big headphones belong unmistakably to their moment.
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