On Sunday afternoon I wondered what, exactly, the repercussions of public nudity might be. I stood in a field of yellow rape seed , bared shoulders shrouded by a floor-length kimono that was a gift from my father to Mama Janie about twenty years ago, after a business trip to Japan. He was always going to Japan on business, my dad. I was *almost* ready to drop it -- but, I think you can get arrested for public indecency, can’t you? I wondered what I would do if I happened across an unclothed twenty-seven year old in the bushes. I don’t know if I’d laugh, or cry. I loosened the fabric around my shoulders and listened to the voice behind the camera. ‘Okay then,’ she said. ‘And now let it fall a little to reveal your sides. Yup – just like that. Perfect. And a little more…?’ I shuddered against the cold and let the gown disappear towards the soil. And just like that I was naked in the Cambridge countryside, nothing but a sultry gaze and an icy breeze adorning my frame. Project #strongandse...
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ReplyDeleteI want to hire you to walk around beside me and say that sort of stuff because it makes the stuff *I* say look relatively harmless in comparison and that is a pretty amazing feat. And I want to meet you even more now! And that's all.
ReplyDeleteIan- it's just a suggestion.
ReplyDeleteJess- There's a joke in there somewhere...
P- I want to meet you too! I totally have no social filter, though. It might get us into trouble.
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Laura & P - I would love to join you guys, as I DON'T say any sort of thing, in hopes of a bit rubbing off. brilliant.
ReplyDeleteCamille- LET'S DO IT!
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