Nude Theater Going

Nudity on stage – but how about off?

From the Guardian.co.uk

A ‘clothing-optional’ performance in Toronto suggests theatres should reach out to non-traditional audiences – naturists included.

You’ve probably heard this piece of advice dished out to a nervous performer before: to relax, picture the audience naked. Last week, however, actors Maev Beaty and Erin Shields went one step further – and actually performed in front of a naked audience. In what may be a theatrical first, they held a special clothing-optional performance of their play Montparnasse at Toronto’s Theatre Passe Muraille.

 

“I would say the advice should probably be rewritten,” Beaty joked to me over the weekend, confessing that, rather than relaxing her, all the naked flesh reflecting the footlights briefly made her self-conscious. “It was like a whitey-pink wall facing us. It was incredible.” Since the end of the 1960s, nudity has been a fairly common sight on stage, from Hair to Ian McKellen’s King Lear. Nudity in the audience, however, has remained the kind of thing that gets you arrested – as Pee Wee Herman learned.

 

Thursday night’s groundbreaking performance of Beaty and Shields’s acclaimed two-woman show about nude life-models in 1920s Paris was the result of some creative thinking about how to get bums in seats – literally, as it turned out. Wanting to reach out beyond Toronto’s usual theatre-going crowd, Groundwater Productions and Theatre Passe Muraille targeted all sorts of niche audiences: models, art students and, by programming two performances with American Sign Language interpretation, the city’s deaf community.

 

But the most unconventional idea was the brainchild of producer Gideon Arthurs: since Montparnasse is such a flesh-friendly show – the two actors are frequently nude as their characters pose for the likes of Picasso, Chagall, Pascin and Soutine – why not invite naturists to a private performance? Bare Oaks Family Naturist Park helped the theatre company out by creating a Facebook group, and soon naturists were buying tickets from as far afield as Ottawa, Ontario, and across the border in Buffalo, New York.

 

Eventually news of the clothing-optional performance leaked out to the general public on Twitter, where many mistook it for an early April Fool’s joke. “Seriously? Who’s paying to steam-clean the chairs afterwards?” tweeted local dramaturge Toby Mallone aka @shksprn. (It turns out that naturists don’t want to sit their naked bottoms down on dirty, public theatre seats either. “It was a BYOT event – bring your own towel,” Beaty explained to me.) Judging by the comments made to the actors and online, Thursday’s naturist spectators – atypical not only because they were nude, but because they were 80% male and not regular theatregoers – really appreciated being made to feel at home.

 

And that’s ultimately the lesson others independent theatre companies may want to take from Montparnasse’s experiment. As the near-capacity crowd proved, reaching out to non-traditional theatregoers – nudists or not – is a smart move. What other untapped, if not necessarily undressed, groups are out there just waiting to be welcomed into the theatre?

 

The Immoral Human Body

From KOAT (7) News in Albuquerque

SANTA FE, N.M.

Women members of Santa Fe’s city council are telling their male colleagues “no” when it comes to regulating how little people can wear in the City Different.

The Santa Fe City Finance Committee voted down the latest ordinance drafted by several male members of the council after receiving complaints about this year’s World Naked Bike Ride.

The proposed ordinance would require people to cover up their genital and buttocks areas and females to cover their breast areas. The proposed ordinance defines nudity as:

Nudity means the showing of the human male or female genitals, pubic area, or buttocks with less than a fully opaque covering, the showing of the female breast with less than a fully opaque covering of any part of the nipple, or the showing of the covered male genitals in a discernibly turgid state.

The current law only requires coverage of the primary genitalia.

The three attending Finance Committee members are also the three female members of the council.

Councilor Patti Bushee said she voted it down because it could create discrimination based on gender and could wrap the city up in expensive lawsuits.

“It’s just unfair to mandate in a law that men can take their shirts off and women can’t,” said Bushee. “I don’t think this was that big of a problem that we even needed to get into this.”

Even though the Finance Committee voted down the ordinance, the full council could still approve it. The council could hold a public hearing and then vote on the issue as early as September.

If the women of the council remain united in their opposition to the ordinance, it would take one more council member to join them to defeat the ordinance.

Look at these immoral sinners!  Just because they wanted to come together to enjoy the sun on their skin, the fresh air, to experience the uninhibited brotherhood-of-man, by some estimations they are destined for hell.

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Emmanuel Benner is one of the foremost painters of the figure, and one of the greatest masters of the nude in particular, who exhibit at the Paris Salon. He was born at Mulhausen, in Alsace, and studied under Pils in Paris. His pictures, which, like “A Study,” are usually very simple in subject, possess an extraordinary naturalness of color, and are equally lifelike in modeling and spirit.

Like his twin brother, the distinguished artist Jean Benner, Emmanuel Benner commenced his life as a designer for the mills and factories of Mulhouse in Alsace, where he was born in 1836. At the age of thirty, having amassed some means by strict economy, he devoted himself entirely to art, his masters in painting being Eck, Henner, a fellow Alsatian; and Leon Bonnat. He at first painted pictures of still life, portraits, and genre subjects, and commenced exhibiting at the Salon in 1868. In 1875 he struck out in a new direction, and his masterly paintings of the nude won him immediate favor. The character of his art has been sufficiently adverted to in Part I. of this work. Benner won his first Salon medal in 1881, with a picture very similar in character to “The Sleeper,” which was entitled “Le Repos.”

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Annibale Carracci was born in Bologna, and in all likelihood first apprenticed within his family. In 1582, Annibale, his brother Agostino, and his cousin Ludovico Carracci opened a painters’ studio, initially called by some the Academy of the Desiderosi (desirous of fame and learning) and subsequently the Incamminati (progressives; literally “of those opening a new way”). While the Carraccis laid emphasis on the typically Florentine linear draftsmanship, as exemplified by Raphael and Andrea del Sarto, their interest in the glimmering colours and mistier edges of objects derived from the Venetian painters, notably the works of Venetian Oil Painter Titian, which Annibale and Agostino studied during their travels around Italy in 1580-81 at the behest of the elder Caracci Lodovico. This eclecticism was to become the defining trait of the artists of the Baroque Emilian or Bolognese School.

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Spencer Tunick

Ever wonder what the masses really think about public nudity?  You need to have Spencer Tunick around to discover the hidden truth.  Somehow, in the name of art, he gets past our misplaced facades and reveals the very soul of human nature.

From www.pedestrian.tv;  by Ash

Nudity, after reality television and Karl Stefanovic is the final frontier of human shame. Since childhood we’re conditioned to associate nudity with a lack of morals or promiscuity and unless you’re a stripper, model, streaker or Taylor Lautner’s torso only a handful of people should see you naked on any given day. This morning however, five thousand Sydneysiders threw clothing and caution to the unseasonably chilly wind for a nude artwork by American photographer Spencer Tunick – creating a soon-to-be iconic image and shifting the paradigm of public nudity in Australia in the process.

I mean, why is it acceptable for five thousand people to get naked for the sake of art but if five people tried disrobing at the Opera House steps tomorrow they’d be pepper sprayed like they abducted a bus-full of children? Or you could talk about how Tunick told strangers to kiss – with many interpreting his instructions as a spontaneous act of unity. Outside the context of high art – five thousand naked strangers making out in a public place would be viewed as the orgy precursor to the Apocalypse. But when framed by artistic intention some magical transformation takes place and nudity becomes a human interest story on the local news. Why is one illegal and one not? Who decides what’s appropriate and what’s not? And has the public threshold for nudity increased now that the SMH has posted a video with a thousand penises in it?

It’s something to think about and we’d love to hear your views but the more pertinent question might be how did this happen? I mean, it’s weird to think that one person can convince thousands of strangers halfway across the world to disrobe and blindly follow direction – but that’s Tunick’s M.O. exactly. After graduating from Art College in Boston, Tunick began shooting nudes in the late 80′s, gradually incorporating more participants and more iconic locations as his profile grew. In 2007 he shot 18.,000 nudes in Mexico City. This morning he shot a few thousand less at Sydney’s most recognizable Harbourside landmark. That’s the appeal I guess. To be part of something greater than yourself. To be immortalized in art. To forge a tangible record of your existence. Or…people just like getting naked and seeing other people naked. But you’d be wrong if to assume Tunick’s aim is to titillate. In his world human bodies are brush strokes and nudity a symbol for human homogeneity. From a distance we’re all the same says Tunick and looking at his photos you tend to agree.

What’s even stranger, considering the democracy of it all, is that Tunick remains fully clothed throughout the shoot’s duration. He barks orders from a microphone on a raised platform while racing against the light to conjure his magic. Pedestrian recently caught up with starkers participant Koots, 23, unemployed, for an insider’s view on taking it all off in the name of art.

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Interview with Koots:

First question Koots – what compelled you to strip with a few thousand strangers?

It was just a chance to do something I wouldn’t usually do. Any other time legally, you’d get in trouble but all of a sudden it was cool to just strip off in public – it’s a pretty crazy double standard.

And was there much diversity in the crowd?

There were heaps of young people and a bunch of older people as well. It was pretty much 50/50 men and women – it wasn’t just like old dirty men. It was pretty even actually, all different people from all different backgrounds. From people you wouldn’t expect to crazy old men who were tattooed head to toe.

And how did it work logistically?

We got there at 4am and they organized everyone into different groups. Then they give you instructions on where to stand and how it’s going to work. Then they give the green light and thousands of people get their kit off and take their positions. Then he (Tunick) just goes through a variety of poses – facing one way, facing the other, lying down with you head in the crotch of the person behind you. There was one where he told everyone to kiss the person next to them regardless of whether it was a man or a woman – whatever. Then after that we went into the concert hall of the Opera House and he did another one where everyone was sitting down.

Where did you put your clothes?

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Ryan McGinley Photography

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Born October 1977, Ryan McGinley lives in New York City. He began taking photographs in 1998. In 2003, at the age of 24, McGinley was the youngest artist to have a solo show at the Whitney Museum of American Art. He was also named Photographer of the Year in 2003 by American Photo Magazine.

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McGinley captures the spirit of youth and couples that with a rare and often vilified personal freedom–getting naked.  Young men and women, guys and girls not quite over the the age threshold that locks them in the real world, who not only know how to enjoy their youth, but their own skin.  Without shame or inhibition, McGinley takes the older observers back to their own youthful days and makes them dream about how much more carefree we could have been had we not been relentlessly indoctrinated about the shamefulness of the human body.

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CHALK ONE MORE UP FOR BODY ACCEPTANCE

Anyone for breast stroke? A writer loses her body hang-ups to compete in the naturist Olympics.

By Jessica Hatcher

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As I take my place on the starting block, a hush sweeps around the spectators at the side of the swimming pool. A race is about to begin.

The Union Jack is emblazoned on my swimming cap and to my left – poised and at the ready – are two lithe and toned Germans. I am competing for Great Britain at an international swimming competition and it should be a great honour.

But I can’t shake the feeling that there is something very, very wrong. For, apart from a silly stretchy hat, I am completely and utterly stark naked. And about to take part in the world’s largest nude swimming gala in front of hundreds of total strangers.

So how on earth have I ended up in such a predicament? Isn’t this the kind of situation that comes to people in their worst nightmares?

It all started innocently enough a few months ago, when I discovered the gala while browsing on the internet. In the name of journalistic research, I emailed the organisers to see if I could go along to witness it.

It sounded unique to say the least and fun at best, and they agreed. Then, a few weeks later, they called me back. Apparently there was a lack of competitors in my age group. Could I take part

I immediately got cold feet (and cold almost everything else). I am a competent swimmer, but I dislike competitive swimming almost as much as I do being naked in front of strangers (I’ve only ever stripped in public once – in a female communal shower after a yoga class – and it was fairly terrifying).

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Yet while the thought of parading my naked body in front of hundreds of people filled me with abject horror, I couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Was I just getting worked up over nothing?

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