Unmentionables

So, I am sat in the lounge of my favorite client, who just happen to be in the menswear business and I am face to face with the March issue of Gentlemans Queerly, erm, I mean, Quarterly, with one outrageously handsome Matthew Fox on the cover. I started to make my way through the pages and came upon the adverts for Dolce & Gabbana. I did the comic double take, squinted my eyes down to a size that would better help me to adjust to what I was now being confronted with. A few sobering seconds later and I finally realized that what I was seeing was in fact real and not something my sick twisted perverted mind had made up. I spotted several full page ads that had many beautiful dudes, sat around in their homo-erotic habitat, wearing all manner of the designer gear.

It starts with a suited model clearly pulling down his zipper behind a table. As the oiled up guy with his hand down his pants undoubtedly undresses the reader with his eyes on the next page, the last setting showcases a man with his pants down to the ground. Did I mention that the photo is from the thigh down? But not low enough, as the photographer makes sure we catch a glimpse of his under carriage. Oh, and the guy behind him in his underwear is just an innocent bystander.
Now that you've been verbally provoked to go out and purchase this month's issue, I merely question the purpose. Though GQ is viewed by men, women, hetero and homosexual alike, isn't there a universal line for tasteless? A few months ago it was pubic hair greeting the reader out of the D&G underwear, so what's next for April?

Perhaps these guys were all sitting around waiting for their next orgasm, I don't know. I lost the plot after about two minutes of looking at these ads. As my special friend would likely say: "cheque please!"