By A Satyr Transfixed

This Bacchante has just discovered precisely why the wild woods and windswept islands in which she takes such joy remain so wild and windswept. It’s not that she hasn’t been hoping to meet this legendary satyr, she just didn’t expect that there would be quite so much of him:

The artist is said to be Jean Jouy.

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A chance retweeted photo caught my eye and stimulated my curiousity this morning and sent me down a rabbit hole of provenance research.

By the time I surfaced, I had discovered this rather astonishing photo shoot from 100 years ago. It’s said to be by Jules Richard, who is best known for the invention of the portable Vérascope stereocamera, but also quite well known for his erotic photography work.

Sometime between 1908 and 1910 (if the provenance information is correct) he assembled the four lovely models we are enjoying in today’s post at a museum-quality mansion (or a really-persuasive photo studio) for a classically-themed erotic photo shoot.

A bust of my namesake Bacchus supervised the entire thing with beaming avuncular approval:

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If ErosBlog were the sort of billionaire’s hobby that meant we had purpose-built premises, and commissioned art to put in the colonnaded lobby, this right here is the sort of art I would want to commission to put in it:

If startled ingénues in short dresses, tall shoes, and summery hats suddenly inherit a new set of ancient Mediterranean erotic dreams and obsessions, well, what harm in that?

It would delight me to learn from some student of art history that this is a representation of an actual famous statue that exists in the world (Vatican library, anybody?) but until so informed, I must sadly assume it exists only in the fevered imagination of artist Giovanni Romanini. Let’s just look at the statuary detail, shall we?

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I don’t often stand deliberately for a portrait, but this one caught somewhat candidly by a wandering artist during the recent May revels doesn’t strike me as half bad:

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Bacchus, Checking In

‘Tis a pity there’s no god of wine and fornication in the Game of Thrones universe, but it didn’t stop me from laughing aloud when I saw this moment go by on HBO:

Found here (backup link here).

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Learn the pipes. Play the pipes. Trust the pipes. The pipes will come through for you:

But only, perhaps, if you are a minor forest deity. Your mileage may vary.

(I’d really like a provenance for this art; right now, I don’t have any.)

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Bacchus On Twitter

I scoffed. I balked. I dug in my heels like a crochety old person. Kids these days, and their newfangled fads. It will never amount to anything, I said. Waste of my time. If I wanted to send funny little short messages, I’d have texting enabled on my cell phone. Blah blah blah.

Meanwhile, the world kept right on changing without me.

Slow I may be, but I am finally figuring it out: people I find interesting are having conversations I want to know about, and they’re doing it on Twitter.

So, here goes. My Twitter name is: ErosBlogBacchus.

Better late than never, eh?