An Erotic Waste of Time

Nicola Formichetti, the creative director of this video,  explains his vision: "I was looking at Italian Neo-Realist cinema and then, post-that, where Fellini and Pasolini become more about myth and fantasy. At the same time, I loved the idea and accessibility of pornography and everyday voyeurism onXtube. Fashion is always referencing pornography, so there was an element in doing this film of just 'cutting out the middleman,' but it is an erotic fashion film nonetheless."

In other words, he is saying that he really wishes he filmed porn but he didn't have the balls to do it so instead he created a self-hating closetcase's wet dream and tries to pass it off as some artsy fartsy fashion "film". This is my initial reaction: "Oh wow. Look at all the hot men, this looks like a fun little gay video... oh wait... what's a girl doing this? WHY IS HE FUCKING HER?! BOOBS?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

Why did the strictly-dickly buffet turn into shots of  breasts being covered in milk and women defiling our innocent little muscle boys? Why isn't hot man on man action enough to sell gay swimwear to gay men? Why do they always feel the need to add a token girl or two? And isn't this suppose to be part of some fashion campaign... why does this feel like a lame-ass wannabe soft-core porno? WHERE ARE THE CLOTHES?! Furthermore, what is with the creator's explanation? All the Neo-Realist, Fellini crap coming out of his mouth... Why couldn't he just say, "I crave dick so I put a bunch of  nude and almost nude men in it and I had them doing homoerotic things because I am a faggot. However, due to the fact I'm also such a big pussy, I couldn't make it entirely homosexual (Because 100% gay would be too predictable and shallow. DUH!) so when it came to portraying the act of sex, I decided to make it straight and add some girls. You know, because gay men won't buy the clothes I didn't show in the video unless I put some vagina in there. Adding a sense of self-denial always makes things hotter.I basically made a shorter, over-produced, and underwhelming version of a David DeCoteau flick".