Paradis is a magazine with pictures of fashion models in the nude, with some other cultural editorials… confusing nudity and p*rno is dangerous, watch out…
but anyway, i'm not arguing…
I'm not going to argue either but you made a thought-provoking comment all the same. There are a few other interesting remarks in this thread too. It's 1970s-style T&A, which we describe today as soft p*rn. Rather as with Playboy back then - and Lui - you pull readers with a bit of flesh and once they've looked at the girlies, then they might start reading the "cultural editorials" when perched on the lavatory. Paradis doesn't just publish nude sessions with fashion models. There have been some T&A shoots of actresses as well. It's a cut above using actual p*rn models.
In the end, this kind of imagery is a bit of a waste of time for any fairly active heterosexual man because the images remind him of what he saw when he got out of bed that morning, especially in the case of girls with unreconstructed bodies with natural t*ts and so on. Look at the shoot by Max Farago. They might press his buttons by showing him what is waiting for him at home when he finally gets out of the office, presuming a certain monogamous attitude in his relationships. It's soft p*rn. It shows slightly risqué photos of girls you might take home to meet mother rather than dead-eyed crack-whores from the former Eastern Bloc gurning with various orifices in poses that remind most well-adjusted men of butchers' shops.
Nudity is different. Nudity is often hailed as art. There is nothing new in this. You could but little magazines in the 1950s containing "artistic studies of beautiful young women in tasteful poses". What you did with those images in the relative privacy of the nearest public toilets was up to you and nobody was going to bother you anyway because the police were too busy hauling homosexuals out of the cubicles -
Taxi Zum Klo stuff - to concern themselves with sex-starved but otherwise normal citizens shaking hands with the unemployed. Teller's shots of Mariacarla in several come-hither poses over tables and what-not is not art. If anything, it is sadism because the reader has no chance of realising the thoughts flashing through his fevered imagination. That said, Paradis also publishes desirable men. There is a short story with Jude Law, but he remains fully dressed. It's a nod to the girls and the gays. And for the more committed Fashion Queens and Trannie types, there is a Dancing Girls story by Miles Aldridge. A couple of the shots might appeal to Max Mosley S&M types.
Kishin Shinoyama's Kabuki study with an accompanying article is one of my favourite pieces. I also enjoyed the Polidori story and the Allen Jones conversation piece. Brian Eno wrote a good piece on song as well and Fawcett's recollections of John Lennon are eminently readable whilst perched on the throne in the morning. Of course, in order to evaluate Paradis, you really have to spend the ten bucks for a magazine whose pages you can turn rather than basing any judgements on scans posted on a website.
Some people see €10.00 as a high price, compared to other semestrials, but you have to take various factors into account. For a start, Paradis is independently produced. While this allows more editorial freedom, permitting the inclusion of content that would never make it into, say, Vogue Hommes International or even Arena Homme Plus, it means that the publication is not subsidised by sister titles within the corporate framework of a large publishing house. It also means that the publisher is free to opt for high quality materials and processes in terms of paper, inks, engraving and repro. Just on that score alone, you cannot say that you do not get your moneysworth when you buy Paradis, unless you tend not to read the squiggly bits between the pictures.
Is it a fashion magazine? No, although it contains a significant fashion and luxury-oriented element. Old school soft p*rn mag à la Lui or Playboy circa 1974? Absolutely, although the actual quality is streets ahead of those titles, with their ambitious young women from nowhere getting their kit off for the photographer and the publisher while some ghostwriter typed out a preposterous bio about hoping to study for a Ph.D or work with children in order to con the more gullible readers into imagining that they were sharing that intimate but solitary moment of ecstasy with a girl they could marry rather than someone who was headed for a fatal appointment with a dirty needle in a back alley somewhere.
Paradis makes no such pretence. You can't have Mariacarla or Daisy or any of the enticing lovelies letting it all hang out across the pages of Paradis. Maybe that pushes it away from p*rn into the territory of art. Might be worth discussing. In the meantime, I have it on my coffee table because it always contains articles worth reading. It always
educates me. And I think that can be said for a lot of the readership. The sum total of my opinion of the naked girls when turning the pages extends no further than mental notes like "Oh! Nice t*ts!" or "Nice-looking girl" in passing before I move on to the interesting stuff.
PK