Every boy grabs for his Baskit in the shower.

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(Kris reaches for the "Beauty" Boxer Brief, Cannon Baller)

Kris and Bryan in the Baskit Swimwear "Contrast Bikinis"
(Kris in bronze green and Bryan in brown stone)

1. Baskit Photo Shoot, Summer 2007, NYC

Baskit Underwear Photo Shoot
Summer 2007 - New York City

Baskit Owner: Eric Schwers
Models: Kris, Brandon and Bryan
Photography: Bruno Rand

Baskit Underwear: "Contrasts" Bikini Briefs. (On Kris, black/empire yellow, on Brandon, bronze green/vermillion orange, on Bryan, brown stone/white.)

2. Running the Estrogen Gauntlet

Baskit Swimsuits: "Lucky 7" Bikinis. (On Kris, bronze green, on Brandon, dubai grey, on Bryan, riviera blue.)

We started the day in Central Park, at the Bethesda Fountain. Baskit owner Eric wanted a backdrop which would resemble a lake, or some sort of body of water; it made sense, we were shooting swimsuits after all. Little did we suspect that this was also the day of the Susan G. Koman "Race for the Cure" in Central Park, thus, thousands of pumped-up, estrogen-charged women were swarming the place, hormones ablaze.

As the models, Kris, Brandon and Bryan, stood behind the Bethesda Fountain, stripping naked to don the Baskit swimsuits, it was just a matter of minutes before women started to circle the shoot. At first I thought it would amount to innocent fun, but as the crowd of leering women grew larger, the shouts began, "Hey, baby, take it off!", and "Whew, I like what I see!" Here we were, five grown men, and I began to fear for our safety. I imagined this was what it must feel like to be a Chippendale's dancer in a sea of rowdy, drunken women who refuse to go home until they've fondled something male-related.

I would take a few pics, turn around to look at the crowd, take a few more pics, turn around, and each time I turned around, the crowd had grown larger and more vocal. I reminded myself that horny women, like dogs, can smell fear, so I tried to compose myself. The most embarrassing moment was when I noticed very young girls in the crowd. I thought, "Oh great, on top of making my models feel like cheap sluts, now I've exposed pre-pubescent girls to their first experience with porn." Sensing that this situation was headed down-hill fast, and with the appearance of the NYPD Blue probably eminent, we quickly wrapped up and headed out. As we scampered away, several women expressed their very real disappointment with our exit, but luckily, we made it out, our man-bits safely intact.

3. a. Street Walking

We were walking through the East Village, on our way to the next shoot location, when I decided we should shoot a street scene, with the models in the middle of the street. Kris, who's from Las Vegas, started to notice what makes New York what it is, i.e. the old ladies doing their shopping; the passed out, possibly dead, drunk on the sidewalk, (notice the leg sticking out from behind the black car); and lots and lots of traffic to be dodged, (if you want to live).

3. b.

Bryan, who's from Philly, and a little more conditioned to NYC, went with it, and began to flirt with passers-by, pretending to hitch-hike. Kris wasn't as ready to interact with the living New Yorkers, but, to his credit, he did walk onto the sidewalk at one point to check on the dead guy.

3. c.

The ladies in the red car weren't quite sure what to think, they didn't know whether to roll up their windows and call the police, or give in to their more base, carnal natures. What you can't see is the lady in the passenger seat opting for the latter, and waving giddily at Bryan, a huge smile on her face.

3. d.

See the panicked looks on their faces? This is called
"traffic dodging", or just when the shot is ready to take, a car comes speeding down the street. At this moment the guys were jumping out of the way of a gigantic NYC garbage truck barreling toward us, which looked to be driven by some crazed thugs from Jersey who didn't seem to enjoy seeing nearly naked grown men in the middle of the street in broad daylight and decided it was their mission to wipe them out.

3. e.

The final result.

Baskit Underwear: "Basics". (On Kris, boxer brief, on Bryan, bikini brief, and on Brandon, low-rise trunk.)

4. b.

Baskit Underwear, "Action Cool" Jocks. (On Kris, bronze green, on Bryan, riviera blue, on Brandon, vermillion orange.)

We were running from the Susan G. Koman crazy race ladies, when we came upon Sheep Meadow in Central Park. We knew stripping the guys down to jocks was probably forbidden in Central Park, but at this point, we thought, "What the hell." Luckily, no police arrived, but just before we took this shot, some LaLeche League/Mother's Day Out/Baby Stroller gang of women with their babies in strollers went jogging by. They all stared in stunned silence at the three pairs of buttocks before them, but none of the women said a word, until they were almost past, when the youngest mother in the group finally whistled admiringly with a large grin on her face. Welcome to New York, a great city and home to what are, undoubtedly, the horniest women in the world!