Oh my ... little green people too! :-D :-D :-D
... are they really naked? Oh my. Hey that's my sister!
According to Salon's
interview with Spencer Tunick:
"You can view examples of Spencer Tunick's work at
i-20's Web site.
To pose for Tunick, e-mail
[email protected].
June 21, 1999"
You're on your way to raw fame and naked ambition, with no strings attached!
I just ran 'Spencer Tunick' through the Anagram Generator (I, Arrangement Servant) and found more nominative determinism. Suffice to say if you start with 'Seen....' (I am too gentle a soul to use such words!).
Wilso! Hi!
We seen a goodly bit of you, anyways.
My prayers have been answered
For years, I posed nude for paintings, and sculptures. I could see myself being nude in a film, if I considered it tasteful. The one time I was asked by a respected artist, pose nude for photos I passed. Decent money too. Don't ask me why.
but why, Booman?
(sorry, i couldn't resist)
You would all pay me big $$$ to NOT pose nude.
Nope.
And I never considered ci to be a toe ring kind of guy..................
.........(the things you LEARN about people around here!!!)
OK, the better question is ... "would I pose nude with other people" <g>
If I'm gonna get butt nekkid, *I* am the only thing anyone's gonna be looking at.
(I had a serious response, too ... this one won. Sorry. <g>)
stasia
I've done it. Magazine cover, with a bunch of other people. OK, "magazine" is stretching it -- I was part of a group of anarchists (what Gautam said...) and we had actual FBI infiltration and attempts to figure out who was a member so for our monthly rag we all posed naked 'cept for bandanas over our faces under the headline "RABL Exposed!" (Revolutionary Anarchist Bowling League.)
Heh.
Have also posed for art. I dunno about the comfortable position part, CodeBorg -- I hated it. (If it's long enough, almost any position becomes excruciating.) And in art school, they made people assume some rather ouchie positions. We had a lot of dancers act as models, so they were fit 'n' all, but there were a lot of half-concealed grimaces and veins popping as they tried to hold poses.
What I like about these pictures is how fundamentally the SAME we all are when naked, especially when seen en masse. Even with the numerous variations, we're infinitely more similar than we are different.
Don DeLillo's latest novel, "Cosmopolis", has a scene in which the protagonist happens upon a mass nude scene, where everyone lies down on the road for a photo. He gets naked and joins in, not exactly knowing what the hell any of it is about.
An interesting moment in the novel. Would I do it? Unh-unh. Too private a guy, I guess...
I had a moment of panic like that once.
I was walking from beach to beach along the coast,
with a towel, some water and a good book to read.
After a few miles I hopped down off a grassy embankment, onto
the next patch of sand, and turned only to discover dozens of completely naked people on the beach.
What to do? I'm just passing through... What is the ettiquette?
Do I take my clothes off and then walk by?
Do I cover my eyes just to be polite, and go as quickly as I can?
Do I search for a path back up the hill, and go around?
I hate having to think on my feet... when a few dozen naked people are staring at me. Who knows what they would do!
Absolutely not ... is my response.
I get a fright when I catch sight of myself running from the bathroom after my shower. I am not in the habit of looking at myself in mirrors since I try to avoid as much stress as possible. My naked body is horrendous.
Now, in my younger days (read: 22) I did venture topless on a nudie beach in Greece. Didn't have a problem back then but I did seem to have copious amounts of alcohol in me at all times during that vacation.
I had a dream a year or so ago, where I was held hostage in my office building, with all of my co-workers. The criminal told us all to take our clothes off or get shot. I chose to get shot!
