Greek Athletes

"A fragment of an entire statue, the head, has remained intact, and is a remarkable example of Greek beauty. It has a charm from every point of view. The profile is no more lovely than the full face and every feature is lovely in itself. The car is small and well shaped, and the hair grows back from the low brow in small curves. It is of heroic size, the face measuring 8 1/4 inches. It is believed to be an original Greek work of the fourth century B.C., executed under the immediate influence of Praxiteles, and probably by a member of his school." (The New York Times, April 8, 1916). "No doubt any one who is well acquainted with Greek types and with the forms of modern athletes will observe that the Greek physical build is not identical with that of our days. The equable climate and the unstrained life of the young men produced something more rounded and fleshy than we see in the north. Our athletes are less harmoniously built, with more prominent sinews, more harsh and wiry in type. [...] The Apoxyomenos, a man scraping himself with a strigil, [...] is a work of the third century, after the artists had imported their knowledge of anatomy into their works, which had effects both good and bad." (Percy Gardner, "The Lamps of Greek Art" in The Legacy of Greece, 1921)


The athletes in ancient Greece exercised and competed naked and the oiling of the body was the key ritual in preparation for exercising or competing. After exercising or competing, before washing they would scrape the layer of oil, sand from the arena and sweat off their bodies with the strigi (a curved metal tool).
The oil vessel (aryballos) and the strigil became the symbolic equipment of the athlete, so the procedure of scraping the body (apoxyesis) was translated into the celebrated and much-loved depiction of the athlete in Greek art. The oil, stored in a small container, was poured drop by drop into the athlete’s hand and then rubbed into his body. The youth represents a prototype of many characteristics inherent in classical works. Portrayed in arrested motion, the figure is linear in pose. The hand holding the oil is raised above his head. The weight of the body is shifted slightly (a characteristic that is accentuated in other works and is referred to as the “contrapposto pose” in which the contour of the figure is reminiscent of an “S” curve). The Apoxyomenos is an athlete who has just completed his bout or his exercise and is shown at a moment of relaxation when he is totally intent on cleaning his body. This might perhaps be the depiction of a winner, or just of a general personification of “the athlete”. Several versions of The Apoxymenos are known, including a basalt torso in Castel Gandolfo. In showing the athlete tidying his strigil rather than scraping, other statues (incomplete in Boston and complete in Florence and Zagreb) differ from the more widely known version of the subject.

Mike Miksche aka Steve Masters

"[Michael Miksche] was a giant Paul Bunyan type, very strong, with a magnificent physique", wrote Glenway Wescott (1901-1987). "He had gone to war at about twenty, and within a year he was in command of four or five jet bombers, and he went on two flights a night over Berlin [...]. At that age he hadn't had homosexual inclinations and didn't have much experiences with women. One of the men in his flight crew was in love with him and confessed it. And Michael just said, 'This is all nonsense. I'm not going to report you. We'll be friends but we're not going to talk about in anymore'. He had this tyrannous, psychological sadism. [...] He wanted to dominate everybody, by his very nature. He took this boy and told him to calm down, that it was an idealistic thing, and they were having a love affair without sex. Two or three nights after this, the young man opened the door of the plane and threw himself out over the Rhine. And Michael almost went mad. I think he came back from the war with a sense of guilt and a sense of frustration, because by that time he wanted to go to bed with that boy."



After the war, Miksche drifted from California to New York. Having originally studied medicine, he did so well on his anatomical drawings that he switched his major to art. "He was a very successfull amateur artist and made twenty thousand dollars a year, way back then, doing windows for Bloomingdale's and trashy advertising of all sorts." Sam Steward confessed : "For relaxation and fun, he produced many pen-and-ink drawings of heavily tattoed men doing erotic and cruel things to each other; there he signed with his pen name of Steve Masters (note the S.M.)". His muscular leather men in painterly drawings, flat graphics, bright colors and faceted surfaces epitomized the "pop" look of Sixties commercial art.



Wescott recommended him for Alfred Kinsey's sexual films : "He did a lot of films with Miksche, one or two I looked at but most of which I didn't want to see! Michael was a terrific performer, [...] he was such a showoff." Deliberately, Kinsey had matched the aggresive Miksche with the masochistic Sam Steward (1909-1993) for two days of filming. In Chapters from an Autobiography, Sam Steward remembered his two-day sex session : "Mike was quite a ham actor. Aided by the gin, every time he heard Bill Dellenbeck's camera start to whir, he renewed his vigor and youth like the green bay tree ; his whackings took an enthusiasm that brought small exclamations of astonishiment and joyful shock from the few favored souls who were in attendance. At the end of the second afternoon I was exhausted, marked and marred, all muscles weakened... "




Wescott recalled "an exhibition piece for Kinsey [...]. Stark naked with an electric pencil, [Miksche] drew pornographic pictures, fornication, dancing and so on, in the air, and they were photographed in the movie. I must say it's one of the most extraordinary things you can see on earth." Kinsey was impressed but he warned Wescott that Miksche could be dangerous. In a long letter, Wescott conceded " A good many of the young masochists express fear of him. They fancy he will murder someone someday." Kinsey's instinct would prove correct. A married man, guilt overwhelmed him, leading to a nervous breakdown. In 1962 or 1963, remembered Wescott, "he'd thrown himself in the Hudson River and got fished out and put in a nut house." After seven months in Bellevue Hospital, he had been released and Wescott saw him one last time nearly a year later : standing large, calm and tragic in the night.



Two weeks later he was dead. It was in 1965. This underground artist and sexual athlete took his life with pills on a Manhattan rooftop. Wescott could not miss the irony of such an end for an exhibitionnist. "Imagine that : him going alone", he said. Miksche's wife found the studio where he worked on his erotica and had S/M scenes with other men. Then she destroyed all his works. It only remains those that the artist had gifted to others and the printed ones (in BIG magazine for example). Fortunately he had donated much work to Kinsey. With only six drawings (including a big collage), The Leather Archives and Museum holds the second largest collection of Miksche's works.

Mark Nixon

The look expressed by the young soldier Mark Nixon (1936-1998) was not exactly what Uncle Sam was putting on his recruiting posters at the time. But this "young man, talented, handsome - radiant with personality" did sport a uniform in all seriousness during the days when his picture first appeared in Tomorrow's Man magazine. It was in 1955. Mark was a student at Culver Military Academy in Indiana, and a photographer-classmate had submitted a contest-winning shot of Mark to the publication. "Posing was an art to me", Mark said. "I took it seriously." It's somewhat ironic that Mark's artistic instincts first surfaced while he was at Culver. But he remembered striving for attention as a boy, trying to be different, even exhibitionistic.

Mark's father, who had attended Culver and sent both his sons there from their home in Atlanta promised Mark a car for his graduation if he accomplished three things : a position in the upper half of his class, a varsity letter in sports, and an officer's rank. Mark had no trouble with the first two of theses conditions. "But the military competition did not attract me", he said. He excelled instead in other areas. He was a soloist in the choir, and as costume and set designer for school productions, he was the first Culver student to win honors in art. Alas, he didn't get the car.
Lack of transportation was hardly enough to discourage him from his creative pursuits, however. After years of wearing the compulsory uniform and dreaming of clothes, he went to Washington University and majored in fashion design. Still athletic, he broke a backstroke swimming record there, and continued with posing as a sideline.




He has been photographed by most of the leading photographers including Bob Mizer (AMG), Bruce Bellas (Bruce of L.A.), Don Whitman (Western Photography Guild), Chuck Renslow (Kris of Chicago). He appeared on the covers such magazines as Young Physique, Adonis, Body Beautiful and Vim. After four years, armed with his B.F.A. degree, Mark moved to Los Angeles, found work designing sportswear, and was soon offered a position in New York with McGregor, the world's largest sportswear manufacturer. Despite his success, he eventually became dissatisfied. "My creative designs were going into the wastebasket." The only clothes he found interesting were the ones he made for himself. So he left McGregor and went back to the coast.

He began to read up on architecture and taught himself to draw plans. Designing homes soon became a full-time job, and Mark even drifted away from posing for the physique magazines, which had begun to give away to porno publications. Working on houses gave him the satisfaction and notoriety he began striving for during that "exhibitionistic" youth. William Markly Nixon III had a reputation as "architect to the stars" in Beverly Hills, California, before moving in south of Mexico city in the 1980s. There he turned a ruined hacienda into the renowned El Rancho Cuernavaca, a hotel that became backdrop to several Hollywood movies and photo shoots. The setting was often billed in magazines as Under the Volcano, a reference to the novel written by Malcolm Lowry in and around this town. He was found dead in his home, with tens of stab wounds to his body.

Thomas Eakins and his boxers

"Pugilism, Goodrich notes, was not yet a fashionable sport proper for gentleman and ladies to attend." In fact, the world of boxing was entirely male, and this no doubt was one of the things about the sport that strongly appealed to Thomas Eakins (1844-1916). Like Swimming, Eakins' boxing and wrestling pictures are about a world from which women are excluded. In [the 1890's], however, even the male world was not hospitable to Eakins, since he had no following and no critical support, and he was increasingly shut out of art organizations and exhibitions. Not surprisingly, therefore, in his pictures of this period, even the male world seems more violent and less friendly - a place not of harmonious male fellowship but of conflict. Eakins strongly empathized with boxers and saw their brutal profession as parallel to his own as a painter. Curiously, however, Eakins never pictured actual fighting. all the paintings portray a pause in the action, and the figures never make eye contact, as they would if they were mutual engaged. As Carl Smith has noted, "Eakins' boxers are lonely and even reflective figures, [as] he recasts them as introspective artists like himself." Many of his protagonists are not so much heroes as antiheroes.



In casting Billy Smith (1871-1937) as the victorious protagonist of Salutat, Eakins brought attention to a relatively little known featherweight fighter. "It was 1898", wrote later Smith, "when Mr. Eakins came to a Boxing Club, to get a modle [sic] for his first fight picture, titled Between Rounds. He choose [sic] me... Mr. Eakins, to me was a gentleman and an artist, and a realist of realists. In his work he would not add or subtract. I recall... I noticed a dark smear across my upper lip, I asked Mr. Eakins what it was, he said it was my mustache, I wanted it of [sic], he said it was there, and there it stayed. You can see that he was a realist." In Between Rounds, he recorded a documented fight at the Arena on April 22, 1898, that Smith went on to lose. The second fanning him with a towel is Billy McCarney. Bending over the ropes is Elwood McCloskey, known as "The Old War Horse." They were regulars in the old Arena at Broad and Cherry streets in Philadelphia where Eakins and his friends were faithful attendants. Clarence W. Cranmer, who is sitting at the table as timer, was a local newspaperman and a close friend of the artist.



[...] Eakins was clearly fascinated by the [...] rough, low-class world of the Arena [...], and through various details he emphasized its class distinctions. For example, in Salutat the contrast between the red of Billy Smith's head and neck and the pallor of the rest of his body indicates that he makes his living from weekday labor, and has picked up a sunburn from working outdoors. After posing for Between Rounds and Salutat, Billy Smith became a companion and a comfort to Eakins until the artist’s death. When the elderly Eakins could no longer move around his house in the months before his death, Smith relieved his pain with therapeutic massages and moved the artist from room to room when his legs failed him.



[...] Perhaps the most disturbing of these paintings is Taking the Count, an awkwardly resolved composition, which shows two boxers at the climax of a fight. Kneeling at the right is Jack Daly of Wilmington, looking younger (both were born in 1873), whose square jaw, callow good looks, and blank expression provide a kind of parody of the vacuous poster boys pictured by illustrators like Joseph Leyendecker and James Montgomery Flagg. Daly has clearly been brought down by a blow to the jaw. He rests on one knee, looking up at the crotch of his adversary, evidently deciding to rise and take more punishment. At the left, his triumphant antagonist, Charlie McKeever, whose face is older, more irregular, and more brutal, stands ready to sock Mack again if he attempts to get up. Between the two figures is the tuxedo-wearing referee, Henry Walter Schlichter, who is counting off seconds. His eyes do not engage either of the fighters, and his pose is stiff and awkward - one writer has compared him to a sleepwalker. Perhaps the most beautifully rendered passage is the boxing shorts of the older, victorious boxer, Charlie MacKeever. Eakins lavished care on every stretch and seam, particularly in the groin area, which seems to bulge with triumph.



McKeever's short also draw attention to the oddest feature of the painting. Eakins included a self-portrait, as witness and voyeur, within the narrow wedge created by the boxer's legs, just below his crotch. The placement is sly - a kind of furtive joke that might easily pass undetected. Yet, once one notices it, the painting never looks quite the same. For surely it is no accident that Eakins juxtaposed himself with the male genitals. [...] The implication of McKeever's genitals become even more disturbing in the oil study for his painting, in which Eakins sketched the figures completely nude. Thus, it is clear that the glance of the downed boxer is directed toward the victor's penis. In addition, the gesture of the referee's hand seems like a continuation of the penis, shoving it toward the kneeling figure's face and mouth. The other fight pictures also seem devote inordinate attention to crotches and buttocks. In Betweens Rounds, for example, Billy Smith's bulging crotch is almost at the center of the painting, and is certainly the most brightly lit area of the composition. In The Wrestlers, the figures are locked in a quasi erotic embrace, and the victorious figure has achieved "a crotch hold", in wrestling parlance. Eakins also showed two figures at the upper right hand corner - one clothed, the other in his boxing shorts - who are cut off at the waist so that our eyes focus on the groin area. Salutat differs from the other painting in the series in that the boxer's crotch is turned away from us, and turned toward the audience, which is staring at this area and applauding. Our view focuses on the buttocks of the victorious figure, which the water boy behind him is also staring at intently.



(from Henry Adams, Eakins revealed : the secret life of an American artist)

Marcel Proust and the boys from the Ritz

By the middle of 1918, the last summer of World War I, Proust had a compelling reason for wanting to remain in Paris [...]. He met at the Ritz Hotel a young waiter named Henri Rochat, who had captivated him. We know about his attraction to young waiters, and how he recruited them to serve him, from an interview given many years after Proust's death by Camille Wixler, who had been a waiter at the Ritz during the War.
Swiss, like Rochat, Wixler who was only nineteen when he met Proust, had learned at the Ecole hôtelière de Lausanne and come to Paris as an apprentice under Olivier Dabescat. One day Dabescat told Wixler that Proust had noticed him and wondered whether he woud willing to wait his table. The young man gladly accepted, having heard about the enormous tips that the writer gave.
The personnel at the Ritz were expected, of course, to cater to the whims of tardy diners. [...] That first evening with Wixler as his waiter, the novelist had an unusually hearty appetite.[...] During the meal, and afterward in the small salon, where he consumed a dozen or so demitasses of coffee and then asked for more, Proust chatted and asked questions about the personnel. He was especially curious about Wixler's compatriot Henri Rochat. Could Wixler ask whether Rochat would be willing to serve his table? Wixler "agreed to this, naturally, and instructed Rochat" on what Proust liked. Not long afterward, when Wixler asked whether Rochat was proving satisfactory, Proust answered in the affirmative, adding that he had offered the young man an occupation better suited to his abilities, an apparent reference to the position of secretary.
Sometime in late 1918 or early 1919, Rochat accepted the position as Proust's secretary, although he [...] had no qualifications for such work. Rochat was taciturn and uneducated, at least in writing and speaking french ; his pronunciation and spelling of his adopted language were poor, although he wrote in a fine hand. Perhaps his ability to trace beautiful letters convinced him that he had a talent for painting.
We have no photographs and only vague physical descriptions of Rochat. Wixler said that he was handsome, and he certainly must have been, at least according to the writer's standards. We know that he had a fair complexion and brown hair because, as we shall see, Proust contrasted Rochat's darker mane with Ernest Forsgren's blond good looks in a gossipy letter to the duchess of Clermont-Tonnerre about sexual practices generally considered perverse.

After Proust's death, an unsent note to Dabescat was found among his papers. It reads like the kind of excuse a parent writes for a child who has to miss school. Proust began by telling "cher Olivier" that he was "embarrassed" to ask him yet again for a favor on Rochat's behalf : the young man was not well and needed to see a doctor and therefore asked "permission not to come to work today". Proust enclosed two hundred francs for all the trouble he was causing the maître d'hôtel. "I believe that this will be the last time I torment you in this regard. Your devoted and grateful Marcel Proust".
Wixler had recently noticed that when he and Rochat changed from street clothes into their uniforms at the Ritz, Rochat now wore handsome suits and underclothes of the finest quality. Aware that his colleague's Salary at the Ritz did not permit such indulgences, Wixler asked how he could afford such expensive garments. Rochat "answered frankly and even with pride that he did so with the aid of M. Proust."
When Proust began catering to Rochat's wishes, [...] Rochat attached himself to Proust with all the tenacity of a barnacle on a rock. He stayed in the writer's service for approximately to and a half years, during which time he cost his protector a lot of money - money that Proust was forced to borrow or raise by selling off his few remaining investments. Céleste agrees that Proust recruited Rochat at the Ritz but, being naïve or perhaps overly protective, insists that her employer took the young man as an act of charity and because he was touched by Rochat’s ambition to become a painter. Proust used to say to her, somewhat disdainfully, whenever the young man was busy at his easel: "He thinks he’s painting." Her description of Rochat as "surly and silent" is close, as we shall see, to Proust’s own characterization of him.

It finally dawned on Wixler that Proust was using him to procure young waiters, apparently for sexual Trusts at boulevard Haussmann. The moment of illumination occurred on the first evening that Wixler delivered a takeout dinner from the Ritz to Proust's apartment. Proust asked him whether he thought that a new, very young waiter by the name of Vanelli would come to see him. Suddenly suspicious of the writer's motives, Wixler replied that Vanelli was not the type to accept such a proposition, no matter how large the tips. Proust had a different opinion, however, and instructed Wixler to put it to the young man bluntly. Wixler was astounded when Vanelli asked to be introduced to Proust, even before he had the chance to broach the subject. He reported Vanelli's eagerness to Proust, who said that he would come to the Ritz that night. While Wixler served the novelist diner, he left the important task of serving the coffee to Vanelli. Vanelli went home with Proust and in no time became his favorite. According to Wixler, this was shortly before Rochat sailed for South America in June 1921.

Wixler's information about Rochat seems accurate : Proust did hire him as his secretary, rapidly grew weary of him as a companion, and eventually found him a post in faraway Buenos Aires. Regarding Vanelli, the situation is less clear. If the waiter of such tender years did succeed Rochat as Proust's "favorite", he did so without leaving any traces in the documents and memoires that we have.

Around the time that Proust met Rochat, he described for Lucien Daudet an evening at the Ritz when the openly gay Count Antoine Sala and his friends, who usually occupied a table in the dining room were absent ; this made the service exceptionally good, "since the waiters did not have to flee towards the kitchen except to serve the dishes" or "run outside to the Place Vendôme". Proust apparently excluded himself from those who interfered with the smooth service at the Ritz, since his own courting of the waiters usually took place at such a late hour that the other customers were not inconvenienced by his interrogations and discreet flirtations.
[...] Henri Bardac [...] told Morand about Proust's favorite stratagem for enticing bellhops. Proust would ring for the bellboy and then begin washing his hands. When the boy entered the room, Proust who was leaning over the sink, would say to him, "My friend, I have a tip for you, but I can't give it to you because my hands are wet ; please get it out of my pants pockets."



Maurice Duplay once caught Proust in a compromising position with a handsome young actor when he arrived in the novelist's apartment unannounced. "I had visibly disturbed them. The young stranger jumped up awkwardly, causing some papers to slide off the desk, his face crimson." Duplay noted the youth's regular features and thick black hair parted in the middle. "Marcel, who had made a quick recovery" from Duplay's surprise entrance, "made the introductions". Unfortunatly, this is all the informations that Duplay gives ; there is no hint of the approximate date of his intrusion.

(from William C. Carter, Proust in love, 2007)