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Written by Jeff Glasser
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Monday, 25 February 2013 17:47 |
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It was two years ago that we met Jason Dhir. You remember him, right? He’s the studious, hymn-singing, British schoolboy from Coventry.
At least he was. Now, he’s clad in trimmed leather, wears a single contact-lens, and throws parties.
Ah, yes…the parties! His annual Charity After-Bash MEGA-Party can transform even police blotters and medical journals into page-turners. And they happen every year, right here in Columbus, on the Saturday night of the Arnold Weekend. Scattered through this article are pictures from MEGA-Parties since yours truly first caught on to the action, beginning in 2006.
As the event has grown throughout the years, the venue has changed to keep up with the crowds. The location of choice these last few years (and this year) has been the Bluestone (formerly BoMA), on E. Broad St. If you’re in doubt that you’ve arrived at the right place, just walk past the searchlights and look for the sparkling Union Jack on the wall – plus 9-foot-tall ninjas and 3-foot-tall wrestlers…fire-breathers and ice sculptors (the traditional opening ceremony)…TONS of pretty ladies and two-fisted buff folks blowing off steam after a 12-week training cycle. Basically, a bunch of folks having a flat-out good time.
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My Weekend with Miss August, Pt. 1 |
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Written by Jeff Glasser
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Sunday, 28 October 2012 18:51 |
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We think it all started at the Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc, in southern France. Here, archaeologists discovered cave drawings where women were shown on bearskins rather than in them.
This trend maintained pace as civilization evolved, although it was an uneasy relationship: society was willing to tolerate occasional images of unclothed women in ‘inviting’ situations as long as they stayed in caves, away from public view.
The apple cart was upset in December 1953, when a 27-year-old, mid-level manager formerly of “Children’s Activities” magazine published a periodical of his own. The cover of his inaugural issue featured a rising young actress in a revealing—yet acceptable—outfit. On the inside, a novel, oversize fold-out picture in the center of the magazine revealed everything. Nudity had migrated from the dark of cave walls to the light of bookstore shelves, and there was no turning back.
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A village within the village |
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Written by Jeff Glasser
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Tuesday, 25 December 2012 04:07 |
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Tucked away on a wooded, off-street lot along the county line we find the domicile of Penney Adams and Marc Leroux. Walk through the front door, and you’re presented with three options: To the left is the study, complete with telescope and books. Go straight and you’ll end up in the kitchen.
But take a hard right, and you’ll think you’re Gulliver in a time warp! What the floor plan says should be the living room has been replaced by a 19th century village in miniature, and it extends nearly wall-to-wall.
Look closely and you’ll see chimney sweeps in top hats with scarves and canes, women in hoop skirts and bonnets, and children skating on frozen ponds. The houses and businesses are so tightly packed, there’s barely enough room for the painted horse to canter in the street in front of the East Indies Trading Company.
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My Weekend with Miss August, Pt. 2 |
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Written by Jeff Glasser
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Sunday, 28 October 2012 18:45 |
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The ‘Shoot The Centerfold’ seminar I attended was held in Miami in October 2012. There were several dozen photographers in attendance, from all over the world, in all age ranges and skill levels. What there wasn’t, was riff-raff: STC makes it very clear from the get-go that there is no nudity, and you will treat the models, the instructors, and your peers with proper decorum and respect.
On their FB page and web site, STC listed the models along with their pictures. As Playboy models, centerfolds, and agency models, they were as gorgeous as one would expect. What we weren’t prepared for were the ‘ambassadors’: the young women whose job was to register the students, get us to our next instruction station, and ride herd on the shuttle buses. They, too, were drop-dead gorgeous!
My group’s ambassador, Emily (above, left), was a pretty redhead who had appeared in the magazine. Our bus ambassador was Marieta (above, right), a beautiful, petite blonde from Bulgaria who…well, you probably guessed it.
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