Sebastian Bach

I admire the blokes featured here for all sorts of reasons besides their appearance: talent, intelligence, that sort of thing. But I'm afraid that in the case of Sebastian Bach, there is no such excuse. I hardly know anything about him (although a quick nndb search just turned up the fact that his sons are called Paris Francis Muir Bach and London Siddhartha Halford Bach, which is quite impressive) or about Skid Row. But he is, without question, very very sweet eye candy.

So, without further ado:







Thanks to 1966batmobile.com for this one:












This is as good as long hair gets, I think. At times it's a bit too clean and perfectly cut and veers dangerously close to 'like you've just stepped out of a salon', at other times it's almost poodle-y, but never quite crosses the line.

So, in conclusion: mmmmmmm.

Should you wish to research Mr Bach further, his Myspace page is here and his official website is here.

Wimbledon Past: Andre Agassi

At the beginning of the 1990s, the tennis world was dominated by Swedes and Germans. The Steffis, Stefans, Michaels and Borises were wholesome and athletic, but not particularly inspirational when it came to (my) adolescent fantasies. Then Andre Agassi appeared on the scene.





His long bleached hair and big dark soulful eyes made me melt. The stories of his bad-boy past didn't hurt either.





He posed looking more like Bret Michaels than John McEnroe.





He was small for a tennis player and not especially elegant, but he returned serve better than anyone else and bounded around the court like an enthusiastic puppy with his long blonde hair flying behind him.







And there was always that raw emotion and puppy-dog-eyed vulnerability bubbling under the surface.







The summer of 1992 saw a wave of Andre-mania as he battled his way through to win Wimbledon, and famously posed with his very eighties girlfriend: big hair, leather jacket, and tight jeans. For me, she was something to aspire to, just like the girls in Guns'n'Roses videos, tattooed and smoking and hanging off Axl's arm.



After that, my Agassi obsession slowly waned. He left his childhood sweetheart for a series of romances with the likes of Barbara Streisand and Brooke Shields, and the wild-child outsider seemed to have become properly mainstream.

A couple of summers later, I came into school and was greeted by the news that Agassi had cut all his hair off. A sad day and the end of an era.