Vin Marco’s Post-Apocalyptic Porn Chic
Vin Marco first caught my eye on the boxcover of
COLT Studio’s minuteman solo series last year. Muscle-worshipping solo vids aren’t quite my style, but Vin’s resemblance to a certain similarly named star of The Fast and the Furious piqued my interest (among other things). Vin Marco’s own production company, Manifest Media, makes films that reference dystopian futures as much as they do the epidermic present.
In Desert Warrior, Vin marches across a barren plain in what might be best described as Mad Max drag — black leather jeans, a baroque leather harness and various straps, at least on of which conceals a knife. Set against a backdrop of preternaturally white sand, clear blue sky and menacing clouds, Vin Marco’s jerk-off is as sexy as it is unnerving.
On the Manifest Men website, Vin Marco partners with other striated stars like Nate Christianson (who, like Zeb Atlas and Mark Dalton and Franco Corelli before him exudes that aggressive look-but-don’t-touch vibe.) See them pump iron! See them hit the showers! They are gods to be sure — and their bulging biceps worthy of worship — and they maintain an appropiriatly Olympian distance from their subjects.
Manifest’s newest title, Staining Vegas, is a hardcore departure from their earlier solo model. He’s hired his brother as well (both are show-offs and the two have fought over the attention of the camera). Vin’s got a penchant for flashy cars and bright lights; as a mere mortal myself, I’m clamoring to see a little more seed and seediness added to his artful (and arse-ful) repetoire. All hail!