It’s been far too long (almost a week!) since the last gratuitous David Beckham post, so let’s work to rectify that right now. The question of the day is whether you prefer David’s front or back ~ bulge or backside? I think I’m slightly partial to the latter. Butt boy all the way.
It’s been a while since we last saw David Beckham in his self-monikered skivvies, so let’s rectify that sorrowful bit of a lapse with these new shots for his fall underwear line at H&M. As you may or may not remember, I’m not the biggest fan of Mr. Beckham’s brand of intimates. The cut is wrong, the fit is snug (and not just because I may have gained an inch or two where I don’t quite want it), and the colors and designs were bland and too utilitarian. Underwear from David Beckham should be so much more. But when he wears it, it looks a lot better. So here you have it.
As much as I love David Beckham, I’ve never been into any of his products. His underwear proved a bit of a boring let-down, and I have yet to try one of his colognes. (If it stands beside the Brut display at CVS, you’ve already lost me.) Does his new commercial touting a new cologne change anything? Not really. But it’s nice to see him without a shirt again.
In honor of his recent retirement announcement, this is a gratuitously shirtless post of David Beckham in his underwear. Hopefully this will afford him the time and opportunities to concentrate on more important matters, like posing in and out of underwear.
It’s probably not whom I would think at first. If it was a question of a Speedo, hands down the safe money would be on Tom Daley. But if it came to underwear, I’d bet on David Beckham. This is a pleasant switch-around, with Daley donning his Calvins, and Beckham in a pair of tight trousers. I’m not sure who wears what better, so we’ll call it a British draw. It’a Sunday. I’m tired. Do the math.
This has happened to me before: the idea of getting into David Beckham’s underwear is always more thrilling than the actual event. Mr. Beckham‘s latest offerings from H&M are slightly changed from the first run, but I still have to admit that I’m more of a fan of them on him than on me. The boxer briefs are a bit snug – and for a footballer that seems at odds with his body. He would do better to take a lesson from Bonobos and allow room for some junk-in-the-trunk. Of course, perhaps the manufacturers are not banking on us having footballer bodies (which in my case is a very good thing.) The fabric is a definite improvement from the cheap modal-like blend that ruined his entry into the underwear world, but I’m still not sold on the longevity of such a brand, or its products. He’s got a long way to go before threatening Calvin Klein. That said, I did enjoy the top and the additional colors (an army fatigue green and a darker blue are vastly more interesting than the black, white, and gray palette of before, if still bland as beige). For now, though, this line is mostly just a vehicle to see Beckham in his briefs, and I can’t complain about that.
The wild winds of January returned in full-force this past week, plunging us into the depths of sub-freezing temperatures and reminding us that winter in the Northeast is anything but a cake walk. Fortunately, there was solace to be found in the more superficial pleasures, and some of the deeper ones as well.
This may be the toughest question I’ve posed on this website. It’s one of those deeply philosophical debates, one that will likely rage for centuries to come. It has divided the world, pitting friend against friend, destroying relationships and altering the lives of innocent people everywhere. Who is the sexier footballer: Ben Cohen or David Beckham? I’ve got my own theories, and wholly unsubstantiated evidence to back up my beliefs, but in the end it’s in the eye of the beholder.
Here, I’ve given you the basic tools to which you can make your own comparisons and determinations. Personally, my money is on Mr. Cohen. There’s something kinder about him, something more vulnerable and less cocky and arrogant, something that can’t be put into words or even pictures – you just know it when you see it. What do you think?
To cap off this Day of David Beckham, a bit of the footballer in action. Most people cringe when they hear him speak, but I kind of like it. (I’m a sucker for an accent.)
It’s been a while since we’ve featured David Beckham here – well, a while by the standards of those of us who feature him quite often. I suppose my interest has slightly diminished over the last year or so – nothing against Mr. Beckham, well, maybe a little. Chalk it up to boredom with his underwear (or “Bodywear”) line, coupled with a disinterest, if not outright dislike, of his tattoo obsession/addiction. He’s coming back with some new holiday additions to his H&M clothing line, however, so it seems a good time to revisit him and his bulge. My fascination is a combination of a Brit obsession, the fact that he’s married to Posh, and his simple, slightly rugged good looks. His propensity for briefs over boxers is also slightly intoxicating.
Despite our in-flux status, or perhaps because of it, this seems as good a time as any to examine the evolution of David Beckham and his briefs-encapsulated bulge. God knows we could use the hits… The featured image above is the first time many of us got a glimpse of Becks and his balls, and it remains iconic. Compare that to the one below, in which he appeared with his wife, Victoria (who will always be known as Posh in my book). As much as I love her, I’ve cropped much of her out.
A few years pass before his latest venture, his own line of underwear for H&M. As disappointing as their first offering was (fabric and fit was all wrong), I may have to give it another go, even with the unfortunate mustache that accompanies the new promo images. The Power of Beckham in Briefs. It’s very real.
It may be blasphemy to say this, but is it really all that? Here is David Beckham in his tightey-whitey briefs – a product of his current Bodywear line for H&M. I managed to snag a few specimens last time I was at the mall (there wasn’t exactly a line or shortage for Mr. Beckham’s underwear in upstate New York), and my first impressions were not anything to blog about – at least not in any glowing-review sort of way.
The fit and design were flat, as if someone had simply taken two pieces of fabric shaped like briefs and trunks and simply sewed them together. There was no room for contours, no consideration for bulges or packages, and that’s the death-knell for a decent pair of underwear.
The trunks ride up on the thighs, which, if you don’t mind it, is not the worst thing in the world, but what’s the point of trunks if they’re just going to slide themselves into briefs? The briefs were better suited at staying put, but only because the fit was so tight.
Even the logo bothers me, with its Tom-Ford-wanna-be font, pierced through with an off-centered hole-punch to signify his football glory. It feels like a concept that fell slightly short of its goal, not quite abstract enough to arouse interest, but obscure to the point of annoyance.
If this is what I have to put up with to get into Beckham’s drawers, then I’m perfectly content with keeping them closed.
