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Locker Room Nudes / Dieux du Stade: The French National Rugby Team

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There are two major kinds of power: physical power and social power. "Locker Room Nudes" is a book about men who have both. The rugby players of Stade Français Paris are the elite of the elite, one of Europe's premiere teams in one of its premiere sports. Playing one of the toughest and most physically challenging games in the world has honed their bodies to perfection, and their championship wins have turned them into gods among France's sporting crowd. They are almost a force of nature. "Locker Room Nudes" is a beautiful celebration of their power.

This hefty book collects the (mostly) nude photos of the rugby players that have been taken by photographer François Rousseau for their annual wall calendar. The men are shown in the locker room as well as the weight room, the shower, the stadium, and even the toilet. The book's one flaw, as others have pointed out, is that it claims to present a "candid" view of these men. There is nothing "candid" about the photos -- each one is carefully posed and shot, usually (though not always) so the naughty parts are obscured. Besides, it's unrealistic to assume that the rugby team would spend so much time in the buff in real life. What IS true is that they are photographed in natural lighting, with no makeup, shaving, or "prettifying." They are often shown streaked with mud and sweat, as though they've just come in from a game. And it's impossible to deny that they are still achingly beautiful men. Ranging from lithesome models like Julian Hans (p. 128-135) to hulking man-mountains such as Ignacio Corleto (p. 20-21) and Regis Sigoire (p. 148), they represent every possible image of the ideal man.

Yes, this book has aspects that some people don't like. The "atmospheric" shots of an empty hallway and locker room do distract from the nudes, but they take up so little of the book that it barely matters. I don't have any problem with the collection of head-shots that appear partway through -- after all, the face counts as a naked body part as well, and many of these men are very handsome. Photographing a man's face, so close that we can see every strand of stubble on his jaw, presents just as intimate an image as the same man's nude body. And, yes, there is a homoerotic undercurrent to many of the images: men are shown hanging out together in the nude, casually embracing, and wrestling on the muddy floor. Common sense says that most if not all of these men are straight. However, they must know that their photos have a large following among gay men, and it's kind of nice to see them acknowledging that. Besides, these rugby players do share a powerful bond of trust and camaraderie. They have won this much and come this far by putting their faith in each other. They have few secrets from each other. The fact that they feel comfortable enough to take off all their clothes and exchange a manly hug for the camera shows what a bloody good team they are. I don't believe there's anything sexual in that.

"Locker Room Nudes" is above all, a display of raw beauty. Certain photos stand out. On pages 10 and 11, Daniel Browne strips off his shirt to reveal a torso that many athletes would kill for. Clement Poitrenaud strides up the stadium steps on p. 44-45, his flawless body streaked with sweat (or is it rainwater?) and we can almost hear the noise of the adoring crowd. Moise Santamaria kickboxes on p. 64-67, and fearlessly bares all in a defiantly erotic pose. On p. 98-99, the Bergamasco brothers, Mirco and Mauro, square off, their chiseled forms and curly hair making them look like they just stepped from an Olympian mural of ancient Greece. Fabien Galthie kisses a championship plaque on p. 103, drunk on power and glory. Yannick Larguet is caught running with the ball on p. 120-121, muscles taut, an athlete in his element. The jaw-droppingly gorgeous Frederic Cermeno visits the shower on p. 136-139, and I for one would pay big money for the privilege of toweling him dry. The soapy hot tub embrace between Regis Sigoire and Jeremie Ballais on p. 147 is so erotic that the two would have to work hard to convince people they weren't lovers.

And, at the very beginning of the book, we see a dark room pierced by a doorway through which brilliant light spills. A naked man stands in the doorway, silhouetted; a second man is almost hidden in shadow to his right. The picture is an invitation to enter that doorway, to see what is merely being hinted at in the image. "Locker Room Nudes" is a fantasy given life. Flipping through these glossy pages, we can imagine that we are truly there, that we have been given the chance of a lifetime, that we are the honored guests of these strong, beautiful, confident men.

That's real power.

I am a big fan of the Dieux de Stade DVDs, and I was all psyched up about the book finally coming out in the States. But I must admit I am disappointed. Only a few models show the full monty (the sexiest model Frederic Deltour does, thank God! Yowsa!), and there are far too many pages of empty locker rooms and spreads with no models in the photos. What's the point? Seems like a waste of precious space, especially since there are many fantastic shots of these beautiful models that could have been included. Most of the shots here are pretty good, but the book leaves much to be desired. It could have been so much better.

Elegantly photographed, these obviously staged photographs are a big tease: yes, the publisher and team make clear that one shouldn't expect much by way of explicit images, and nothing that is more than R-rated. But the constant play with the homoerotic is cloying after a while: macho camaraderie is one thing, for an athlete. What appear to be poses struck for the sake of a presumed gay readership is somehow condescending after a while. Even so, the photographs are beautifully lit and framed, the men are beautiful and just real enough (though "unstaged"? please. in the video we see the makeup being applied!), and the production standards are superlative.

Dieux du Stade displays Francois Rousseau's incredible photographic talent. With his incredible use of lighting and the
wide variety of poses he puts these athletes in he shows them at
their best in every shot. Their muscular physiques are truly
magnificent. A must have book for anyone who appreciates the male body for the work of art that it is.

The extraordinarily beautiful and lavishly produced calendars and videodiscs that have come out year by year of photography, of supremely fine calibre, of the rugby players who are members of the team, Dieux du Stade, Paris, and of their "guests", i.e. other rugby players from teams all over the world, have become iconographic monuments of the nude and nearly-nude male body. However, this book, drawing upon the wealth of photos and stills from the videos, perhaps inlucding yet other images as well of the same and perhaps other men, surpasses even previous products.

This book is gorgeous; it is overwhelming; it is an exalted tribute to the male body and to the god-like figure of the professional athlete. There is something almost supernatural at times in the supernal beauty and naturalness, as Rousseau captures them for immortality, of these varied and magnificent men that makes one tremble, not just with sexual arousal (but that, too, and how!), but with wonder at the sheer grace, strength, and allure of the male human form and of the photographer's art.

Judging from the copyrights, which are given up to 2007, well in the future at the time of the book's publication, one presumes that there are images and probably players, too, not yet included in the videodiscss and calendars that have come out to date.

This is a lavish book and more than well worth its price, a fine monographic tribute to the photographer, Francois Rousseau, as well as to such men who, astoundingly, have been permitting themselves to be photographed so intimately. There is little written text, so whether the buyer is English- or French-speaking (or of any other language), the book will be a worthwhile purchase for truly anyone, anywhere in the world. Women and gay men will thrill at these photos, but so will lovers more generally of the nude in art of Rousseau's level as he has attained it with the camera!

Overall the photos were done with excellent taste. Was it worth the $$, I would say no. Does it provide a great conversation for anyone that walks into the living room and sees it on the coffee table? YES

François Rousseau is a photographer with a mission: provide wider exposure for the French National Rugby Team. And this is one mission that is a certified success - on many levels. Though devised as PR gig, the manner in which Rousseau dealt with his assignment of showing the actual Rugby team in the raw in the locker room before and after games has become a recognized work of art with general appeal to just about everyone.

First, and most interesting, these young rugged athletes are not posed nor are they studio stand-ins buffed up in a gym for a revealing book on nudity. These are briskly healthy, naturally developed bodies trained by a sport whose physical demands are great. What Rousseau has captured is the atmosphere of the locker room, both as a space and as a place where these young Adonis figures 'de-brief', relax, shower, and preen. Sure, the presence of the photographer in that situation with a known assignment brings out the vanity of these beautiful men and when their eyes are engaged, they seem to be thoroughly enjoying the chance to peacock! It is a fun book, a sensuous portfolio, and a pleasure for a very wide audience, no matter the original reason for buying it!

Take a trip to the halcyon days of the Greek games with all the spirit and understated eroticism that infers. This is a fine book! Recommended. Grady Harp, December 05

This book is amazing! I bought it for a good friend of mine as a birthday present, and now it has become one that everyone asks for! The pictures are beautiful and these men's bodies are incredible! A very tasteful and aesthetically pleasing collection!

An absolutely beautiful production, this book is physically larger than expected, featuring excellent high quality printing and heavy coated stock. The varnished dust jacket is outstanding. BUT, I question the statement "candid", all shots are obviously staged. What little text there is refers to the men being unshaved, and not "prettified- but believe me, there are plenty of shaved men in here! Be aware there are over twenty pages of "filler shots", yes the 15 plus head shots are great, but the title of the book is not "Locker Room Head Shots"...I also question the empty room shots (especially on double truck spread) a major waste of space. Still all in all, though a book still worth buying- be sure yours has that dust jacket! I am eager to see and compare the French original edition.

The pictures are terrific and capture the beauty of men in their element. I enjoy introducing the book to girlfriends of mine who appreciate men. I highly recommend this book!