This is the second installment of “And Her Name Was Rugby” blog post. To see the previous post, click here.
Erotic Rugby by Armand Vallée
This piece may be one of my favorites. Barette is supposed to be solely tough blocking but this illustration shows full on tackling. And as a result of said tackling the women are exposing their bottoms and as with the player with the ball she has one breast fully exposed. Yet she cannot be bothered to cover herself or she’ll risk losing the game for her team. She’s the antithesis of Fabiano’s “Captain.”
Something about this image is savage and it thrills me.
The title suggests that the game is “erotic” but only the women in the stands are “aroused.” Some are whooping for the team (or perhaps for women sports), others are leaning in for a better look and some appear to be in awe. The men in attendance are stoic and not amused.
I find humor in this image as I wonder how many men have secretly and not-so-secretly fantasized about cat fights between women turning in to something more. To quote Jerry Seinfield: “Men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other, there’s a chance they might somehow, you know… kiss.”
Apparently, not the men pictured here.