Chroma.
© Dave Morgan
“Dude hold off my hand, I need to show off my thighs.”
“Yeah damn man, those are nice thighs.”
“You’re not wearing a dance belt are you.”
“But my thighs are nice?”
“…Yes.”
Tag: pythons for legs
Friedemann Vogel via Facebook
Next performance in Stuttgart 04´December ” Mono Lisa” with Stuttgart Ballet
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Late night ballet reblogs commence. This is such a masculine shot, especially how the perfect perpendicular straightness of his legs is isinterrupted by the soft curve of his genitals. It’s not vulgar or erotic, just a contemplative shot of a confident athlete before performing. The shadows almost make it appear as if he’s floating a few inches above the floor.
This is indeed German Friedemann Vogel and he indeed still a principal dancer at the Stuttgart Ballet. Adorable face, rock solid body, and an impressive resume, Mr. Vogel has it all.
Hello, it’s 4 am dancer reblogs. Damn those legs are like carved pieces of those charcoal sticks artists use for drawing. Also that rubber band spine is impressive.
What bulges more, his crotch or his thighs?
I still can’t get over this picture.
I was searching on Tumblr for male dancers for my late night reblogs and found this interesting piece. The composition and positioning of the plaid fabric is rather striking. It’s not a blatant nude shot, but I actually think just seeing the thigh itself is damn sexy. Plus, this dude’s confidence is obviously sky high.
Late night ballet reblog time…
You could bounce a quarter off that ass and get nickels and dimes back in change. Check out his calf muscle too, wow.
So… Ducati dearler MotoCorsa in Oregon shot a bunch of promotional adverts for the Panigale bike using a gorgeous female model named Kylie. Then, they decided to reshoot it using men around around the shop. So. Fucking. Fierce. See guys, this is what hetero confidence looks like. I am so jealous of their calves.
MORE at MotoCorsa’s website plus wallpaper-sized images of the men!
The Matrix would have been 10 times more interesting with this guy walking around. What a smokin’ body.
“feeling nothing | freely speed up | boundin’, steppin’, jumpin’, jumper."
Holy fuuuuuuuck oiuwpaeu5qp2v23i4qaaahjhflsljhhhhgkkkk this took the air out of my lungs.
3 am ballet reblogs, commence!