Picspam: Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale his infinite variety.
My initial reaction was one of shock and revulsion. But I think I am starting to get this photo of Roger Federer that was chosen for the Italian Tennis Magazine front cover.
It’s aged. It’s flawed. It’s vulnerable.
It harsh and unpleasant on the eyes, to say the LEAST.
It contradicts the smooth, bourgeois, Don Draper Cary Grant image he normally portrays in photo shoots. It undermines talk of the maestro, the master, the king … It’s the kind of photo that is the very antithesis of his usual Men’s Vogue airbrushed spreads.
But the point as I see it, is that it is aged, and that it is flawed, and it is vulnerable-and-harsh-and-the-very-antithesis-of-his-established-image. That’s where the poignancy lies. Or was supposed to lie.
As much as I enjoy perving over his Vogue shoots, I do appreciate his … bravery or indifference to doing something like this. A different kind of Federporn.