It was one of those days that took me way out of my comfort zone, and I was nervous but very excited. I was heading down to Gunnison Beach in Sandy Hook, New Jersey to participate in the annual 'Polar Bare Plunge.' Yes ... a voluntary plunge into the ice-cold ocean, completely naked!
Enter Ade Hassan, the entrepreneur and wonder woman behind Nubian Skin. "Nubian Skin launched with a carefully edited collection of lingerie and hosiery to provide the essential underwear needs of women of color.
All the years of my misconceptions about what other people thought of my naked body disappeared. All my scars and stretch marks that told my life story took on a badge of honor, instead of the shame game I had been playing with myself all those years.
Like paper dolls from the latter days of Mad Men, altered by a presence of physical graffiti, the monotypes with chine collé in Colleen M. Kelly's disarming series Naked Under Her Clothes are subversive and subtle, sexy but not sexual, traditional and unconventional, subliminal and right there on the surface.
With the click of a shutter, the photographer catches a moment in time, thereby capturing a desired subject. Sarah Kaufman focuses her lens on moments of quotidian experience.
My friend painter Ajamu Kojo has been producing beautiful portraits of women for years. I recently got an opportunity to have a long discussion with him in his studio about, painting, women, race, music, barbershops, the human condition and more painting.
When my husband and I vacationed in Jamaica recently, we took a side trip. We got ourselves a day pass to a different kind of resort. A nude resort. I didn't promise my husband I would go through with it. And he was okay with leaving that option open. But I was curious.
While some of the images may have local bluestocking blue-hairs clutching their pearls before the scales fall from their eyes, the less provincial and parochial will be able to appreciate what Swenson calls humanity's most fundamental drive -- sexuality, seen through the eyes of over thirty artists.
February has gone away. The Seine is turning blue again. And despite the looming Ides of March, the love of beautiful bodies is returning to Paris--at least in this city's more interesting galleries.
Because showing up naked to Wednesday-night volleyball is almost never received as well as you'd hope (even if the hot setter is wearing a "Co-ed Naked Volleyball" tee), here's a guide to the best -- and most welcoming -- places in the world to let it all hang out.