Showing posts with label A Blast from the Past. Show all posts
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**A BLAST FROM THE PAST** Playboy's Naked Yoga Video Puts Hindus In Difficult Position (October 26, 2010)

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THE attempts of "Playboy" publisher Hugh Hefner to cash in on the benefits of naked yoga outraged Hindu leaders, who say that the porn king had exposed the practice for "mercantile greed."

For centuries, India’s Hindu sects espoused the benefits of nudity, with holy men trekking for miles across the subcontinent wearing little more than a smile as they strive to uncover their true divine nature.

A video from Playboy featuring Sara Jean Underwood, a former Playmate of the Year, performing yoga poses, has angered Hindu elders, in what they see as the latest in a string of attempts to commercialise an ancient and spiritual practice.

“Hindus are upset over what is the misuse of the age-old and revered system of yoga by Playboy for mercantile greed, and we are urging the organisation to withdraw all its yoga-related products,” said Rajan Zed, president of the Universal Society of Hinduism.

“Yoga is one of the six systems of orthodox Hindu philosophy and it is highly revered in Hinduism. It is a serious mental and physical discipline by means of which the human soul can unite with the universal soul.”

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The criticism is the latest salvo to be fired in what some dubbed the yoga wars, a series of disputes over the alleged hijacking of yoga for profit.

The yoga industry is estimated to be worth $6 billion a year in the US alone, where recently-invented variations include yoga for pets and hot nude yoga.

Money-making yogis scandalised yoga’s purists who believe that the true goal should be the attainment of moksha, a blissful release from the endless cycle of rebirth and death.

India, the birthplace of the art, is striking back at what it calls yoga theft by those who claim techniques that may date back thousands of years as their own inventions.

“Yoga deals with spirituality,” said V. K. Gupta, the head of India’s Traditional Knowledge Digital Library, a government-funded database that is in the process of recording hundreds of yoga poses to ensure that foreign gurus cannot patent them.

“Attempts to trademark the ancient property of humanity are offensive - they hurt,” he added.

SOURCE: news.com.au

NOTE: i-Naked.info has found the videos in question online and after watching them, doesn't consider them to be exploitive. However, that's maybe because I'm looking at them thought the eyes of a naturist and choosing not to take any notice of Playboy's involvement. Have a look for yourself and please tell me what you think in the comments below.

André LW
Editor/Founder of i-Naked.info

PS" Please also take note that i-Naked.info does NOT in any way endorse or is sponsored by Playboy.

SEE VIDEOS

Ministry Of Sound's Nude Commercial


The Ministry Of Sound pushes advertising boundaries back in 2001 to promote their The Annual - Spring 2001 album. You can watch the censored version of the same advert on YouTube or another nude version here.

QUESTION: How do you feel watching this video? Would you be offended to see these images in this on normal TV? Can nude advertising be creative and inhibiting, or is it sometimes inappropriate? Watching it as a naturist, I see nothing wrong, just young people (maybe young naturists) enjoying the music. But I can see from another viewpoint that some might see this as just using sex to sell a product. Leave your comments below:

Adam & Eve Launch ‘Grow Up Gardening’ at the Chelsea Flower Show

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Tuesday 25th May 2010, will go down in history as the gorgeous summer day when ‘Grow Up Gardening’ officially launched to the British gardening public.



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Rambling nudists get the all-clear

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Freeserve's advertising campaign featuring rambling nudists has received the watchdog's seal of approval, despite being the most complained-about ads of the year.

Over 200 viewers wrote to the independent television commission to complain about the campaign, which promoted the "freedom" offered by the internet service provider.



The 228 complaints focused on the taste and decency issues surrounding the showing of nudity in an ad, with many viewers concerned about the campaign being shown before the 9pm watershed.

Some people objected that the scenes were irrelevant to the product.

Freeserve's campaign attracted far more complaints than any other this year.

The only other contender was an ad for Pampers nappies, which attracted 135 complaints from viewers offended by the use of the term "soft poo".

The ITC rejected the complaints abut Freeserve, pointing out that the campaign had not been shown during programmes specifically aimed at children and that the on-screen captions were strategically placed to cover any explicit nudity.

Another campaign, for the internet bank Egg, attracted complaints from several viewers offended by its portrayal of Russians as ugly, stupid or backward.

The ads show the comedian Daisy Donovan inspecting a group of ragged, unsophisticated-looking men in a Russian husband market. She eventually buys a man, using her Egg credit card.

The ITC rejected the complaints, judging that Russians are "not an ethnic group which suffers significant discrimination in the UK" and that the commercials were "unlikely to damage perceptions viewers may have of Russians".

But it said the campaign was a borderline case and warned the BACC, which pre-vets broadcast advertising campaigns, to take a more cautious line on minority groups in the future.

TEXT: The Guardian

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Freeserve - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
ADWATCH: Freeserve uses nudists to highlight internet freedom - Marketing magazine
BBC NEWS | Magazine | Farewell from Freeserve

Nightclub criticised for nudity in ad

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Wednesday, 3 October, 2001, 05:30 GMT 06:30 UK


The Ministry of Sound nightclub in London has been criticised for an advertisement featuring "gratuitous" male and female nudity.

The Advertising Standards Authority (ASA) said the club disregarded industry guidelines in the advert placed in the magazine "Time Out".

A woman in a see-through negligee was pictured in the advert leaning into the corner of the room.

The naked torso of a man was pictured beneath her and he appeared to be on top of another woman.

A member of the public complained to the ASA, saying the advertisement was offensive.

The South London "superclub" said the advert was supposed to push the boundaries of advertising and was targeted at the "cutting edge of youth culture".

It argued that "Time Out" is a paid-for magazine with mainly adult readers and said that they monitored advertisements closely for examples of exploitation, racism, sexism, deception or illegality.

The ASA said it was concerned by the advertisers' "apparent disregard for the codes".

It concluded that the advertisement was gratuitous and likely to cause offence and warned the advertisers not to repeat the approach.

TEXT: BBC

Now which way back to the car?

By Stephen Moss
The Guardian, Wednesday 6 August 2003

From Exmoor to the Yorkshire Dales and the Scottish borders, naked ramblers are being spotted up and down the country. What's going on? Have clothes become passé in the walking world? In order to explore this new craze for 'boots-only hiking', Stephen Moss dropped everything and struck out into Epping Forest

"The Tilley Hat has lent me a subtle air of insouciance and élan which has hitherto eluded me," said one of the testimonials tucked inside my rather lovely new Tilley Hat (£41.99 from Field and Trek of Brentwood, Essex). This was reassuring as just then, standing naked in Epping Forest apart from the hat, a stout pair of newly acquired Meindl Borneo trekking boots (£115 ditto) and a thick pair of woollen socks, I was having a definite insouciance crisis.

The Great Epping Forest Trek - actually a 45-minute hike between the A104 and the A121 - was inspired by a recent rash of stories about nude hiking (aka "boots-only hiking" or "skinny walking"). This week one, or perhaps two, men with athletic builds and all-over tans have been spotted in the Yorkshire Dales and are reckoned to be attempting an unclothed traverse of the 250-mile Pennine Way. Clearly, a 45-minute walk between two A-roads in Essex is not in this league, but the embarrassment factor is surely the same. Indeed, in my case, greater as I cannot claim an all-over tan or an athletic build.

The first 10 minutes are the worst: stripping off in the middle of the wood, lacing up the £115 Meindl Borneo boots (this takes about a quarter of an hour), taking the first tentative steps through the crunchily leaf-strewn wood. Every sound constitutes a potential threat and I became convinced that the helicopter hovering overhead has spotted something untoward (unlikely from 20ft, let alone 1,000). But gradually I relax and in a perverse (but not perverted!) way start to enjoy it.

It was hot in town, but here, in the shade of the forest, a cooling breeze plays lightly across my buttocks and a walk through a field of thigh-high ferns offers its own ticklish pleasures. Sitting on a log to eat a baguette is painful, but - apart from the occasional nettle, an insect bite on the arm and the nagging fear that a fully-clothed rambler might appear at any moment - it is a pleasurable, yes even liberating, experience.

The nagging doubts reflect the fact that the police have yet to decide what they think about boots-only hiking. Clearly, the sight of a man prancing around naked in woodland brandishing a pole could have sinister overtones. It wouldn't take the imagination of the Brothers Grimm to see a tubby, red-faced man with a rucksack as a potential threat. Which is why the insouciance is important.

"A common error that newcomers to naturist walking make is that they dive into a bush when they see someone," says Tony Baldwin, chairman of the Singles' Outdoor Club, which was formed in 1981 as an activity club for naturists. "That makes quite the wrong impression. People think, 'What on earth is that fellow up to in that bush?' Whereas if they see you're a fellow walker and you don't wish to cause them any threat, most people are perfectly pleasant." So, if you meet a passerby walking their Rottweiler, just raise your reassuringly expensive Tilley Hat (which also comes with a testimonial from Sir Edmund Hillary) and say a cheery "good afternoon".

"I have never had an embarrassing moment," says Baldwin, who is 67 and a retired hospital physicist, "and I have been walking for some 12 years. I have never had any complaints from the public, though I have met hundreds of them. The general reaction is pleasant. The vital thing is not to make them think that you're a pervert on the loose or that you intend them some harm." I remember not to brandish my baguette in a threatening way.

The police, however, are not yet satisfied that boots- (and baguettes-) only hikers pose no threat to the public. "These incidents might be quite tame, but the police are taking them seriously due to the distress they have clearly caused to the public," says acting chief inspector Tadeusz Nowakowski, who is leading the hunt for the intrepid hiker or hikers attempting a naked crossing of the Pennine Way. "Imagine if your wife was stuck up on her own in the dales, having her sandwiches and a bit of a nap, when suddenly this man comes bumbling around the corner."

In June, as the nude rambling season was getting into full swing, Steve Gough - a 44-year-old former truck driver and father of three - was arrested as he began a nude walk from Land's End to John O'Groats. He was ordered to appear at Truro magistrates' court and rearrested when he turned up on time but still naked. Gough says he has embraced a life of "public expression", and the courts in Truro eventually agreed that he hadn't committed a criminal offence.

It took Gough a week to get out of Cornwall and last week he ran into trouble at the other end of the country when, soon after he had crossed into Scotland, he was arrested on the A68 wearing only socks, boots and his trusty rucksack. Then, two days later, he was picked up again on the A7 outside Hawick. Yesterday, on his website, some correspondents claimed that Gough, who is campaigning for a change in the law on nudity, was also the man on the Pennine Way. Reports said he had been taken from Hawick to Newquay, where he was also wanted on charges arising from naked hiking, and then headed back north.

Gough is fast becoming the standard bearer of this burgeoning movement, and his exploits have won him considerable exposure, though a planned BBC interview earlier this year had to be abandoned when he turned up wearing only a name badge. Undeterred, Gough posted his philosophy on his website instead.

"How did I become involved in all this naked stuff?" he asks rhetorically. "Well, when I think back, I suppose I was going along with the way most people cover themselves up without thinking much about it: it was just what I did because everyone else did it ('unconscious living' I think they call it). Then one event that really sticks in my mind is after visiting Studland - a naturist beach on the south coast of England - I was sitting with my family and friends on a 'normal' beach and I started to think, well, why not here? So I stripped off and enjoyed the sun to its full extent. The only remark I recall, on quite a busy beach, was on leaving the water, a man passed me and uttered 'pervert' in my direction, an insight perhaps into what for many people the naked body represents in this sick society."

"We keep a lower profile than Steve," says Baldwin of the Singles' Outdoor Club, "but I am supportive of him. By attracting the attention of the law, he will hopefully get a resolution. He's really determined to put his point of view forward and I sympathise with him, though I'm not so determined that I'm prepared to get arrested to prove my point. If he wants to walk from one end of the country to the other, good luck to him. It takes a lot of courage."

Baldwin says there is no law specifically against being naked or walking naked, but that the police, especially if they receive a complaint, may act under public order regulations. "But why would they think you might be causing a breach of the peace?" asks Baldwin. "You're just walking around like anyone else. We select walks that we know to be slightly more out of the way. We choose the route with a view that we should run into as few people as possible. We do put our shorts on if we see anyone coming, but it's a damn nuisance to keep stopping to cover up and we would prefer not to have to do it."

I don't, unfortunately, have a pair of shorts with me, and trying to get a pair of trousers on over a pair of size 10 Meindl Borneo boots would present a significant challenge to the growing insouciance with which I am now striding through Epping Forest. So I stay within the ferns where possible, give a wide berth to the A104 and A121, and try to ignore that persistent helicopter. As far as naturism goes, I appear to be a natural, though I may not yet be ready to join Gough's militant wing.

Baldwin is disappointed that, so far, boots-only hiking appeals mainly to men, and the fact that the ratio of men to women in the Singles' Outdoor Club is 6:1 is posing problems. "I don't know whether men are more outward-going, less inhibited about being seen naked, or there are generally more men than women who are interested in naturism," he says. "There may be something about walking publicly that is inhibiting for some women, though I'm sure if they were to try it they would enjoy it." Come on girls, you have nothing to lose but your chains.

Baldwin reckons that thousands of people have discovered the joys of naked walking and believes that boots-only hikers are winning the argument. "Clothes are a darned nuisance," he says, "unless you need them to keep warm or to maintain a reasonable equilibrium in society - if you were going to the shops, for example. If you're warm enough, it's much better not to wear clothes. Out in the countryside I do feel much more in tune with nature. I can feel the breeze on my skin and the sun on my back. It's like being back in paradise. But make sure you wear enough sun cream."

· Additional reporting by Esther Addley (fully clothed).

TEXT: The Guardian

Naked dining and yoga takes off in New York

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Humid summers have encouraged a nudity trend that is stretching to restaurants, yoga classes and even a stand-up comedy club.
By Tom Leonard in New York 23 Jul 2008

About 50 diners, whose motto is "no hot soup", regularly attend monthly naked meals held at a handful of restaurants in the city.

They are served by regular restaurant staff who, under city regulations, must be wearing clothes.

"We're just more comfortable nude," said John Ordover, a keen urban nudist and founder of Clothing Optional Dinners.

He told the New York Post: "We're not out to shock or put on a public spectacle. We want only to do things that other people do in the way that we are most comfortable doing them. That, for us, is without clothes."



The Phoenix Temple, a yoga centre in midtown Manhattan, has naked classes twice a week for about 10 practitioners.

"I had such a transformative experience on my own when I did yoga naked rather than clothed, I wanted to share that" said Isis Phoenix, the yoga teacher.

Each class starts with a disrobing ceremony. "The first 10 minutes of class - for anyone who is new, there's always a sense of trepidation," said Miss Phoenix. "It dissolves very quickly."

At the People's Improv Theatre in Chelsea, men and women comics perform each week at the Naked Comedy Showcase.

"Each time I tried comedy naked, it was the best thing ever," Andy Ofiesh, the event's founder, told the Post.

"It gives you a kind of vulnerability that puts the audience on your side straight away."

Half the auditorium is reserved for people who enjoy laughing in the nude.

"We fill the space. Finding comedians is more difficult," said Mr Ofiesh.

TEXT: telegraph.co.uk

Visit www.nude-dining.com to find out more details and the next event.







Reality TV addicts get married naked on their 50th show appearance

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By Karen Bale (mirror.co.uk) 28/03/2010

The couple's faces look strangely familiar... and so do their bodies.

Telly addicts Graham Winston-Peters and fiancée Ivy Pink are back on the box - getting married in the nude, as they chalk up more than FIFTY reality TV shows.

The ceremony, to be shown on TV tomorrow night [29/03/2010], will be the latest of several milestones in their lives played out on camera.

The couple also got engaged on All Star Mr and Mrs, went property-hunting on A Place In The Sun, went on holiday with Coach Trip, had C4's Colin and Justin give their home a makeover and even discussed their medical problems - in the nude - on Embarrassing Bodies.

And now Ivy even wants to give birth to their second child on TV.



Antiques dealer Graham said: "We have literally lived our lives out on the TV. We get a buzz out of the cameras rolling and our personalities just shine through. Everything we do we love doing it on telly. We'd love to be in a real life Truman Show."

It seems nothing about their relationship is too private - and there's no limit to what they're prepared to do to get in front of the cameras.



Ivy, 30, and Graham, 44, agreed to get hitched in the nude for Living TV's Four Weddings, in which four perfect strangers sit in on each other's big days.

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They originally tried to wed on reality show Million Dollar Wedding in 2006 and hoped for a lavish bash at Leeds Castle in Kent, but when they failed to win the prize they applied for Four Weddings. Ivy said: "The best moment of my life was when I married Graham on TV. "We are both dedicated naturists and it was my dream wedding. We've already been naked on TV a few times. Me and Graham are just electric on TV."

Ivy did a naked marathon for BBC's Comic Relief, and they both appeared in the nude on Trinny and Susannah'shows The Great British Body and Undress The Nation. Graham even stripped off for Channel 4's Embarrassing Bodies, to be shown next month. Ivy said: "A lot of men wouldn't come forward and admit they had itchy balls, but Graham did!" The couple, who live in Streatham, South London, appeared on the Virgin 1 show Happy Birthday Viagra, hoping to get hold of the drug to boost their sex life. And within weeks of their baby Starr's birth in February 2009 they signed the tot up for BBC3's Child Stars.

Ivy said: "I actually wanted to give birth on TV but we had no offers at the time. I'd like to do it if I have another baby. I feel I'd be helping people by allowing them to share my experience."

On Coach Trip, where seven couples travel around Europe on a coach while competing for votes to stay on the trip, Graham was described by other passengers as "annoying" and his wife was nicknamed "Poison Ivy". But it doesn't bother them.

Ivy said: "We're outgoing and nice people but for some reason people try to cause arguments with us. We're just everyday people who happen to be TV gold"

TEXT: mirror.co.uk


The Naked Jungle


The Naked Jungle was a one-off television game show produced by the United Kingdom terrestrial TV station Channel 5 in 2000. In itself a fairly innocuous gameshow with an assault course format, it was controversial because its contestants were all nudists. The programme's presenter, Keith Chegwin, was also naked. The full-frontal scenes of genitalia (including Chegwin himself) caused a furore in the national media, especially in the Daily Mail, which described the show as having "plumbed new depths [of indecency on television]". The show also attracted criticism in the House of Commons. No follow-up programmes were made.

The programme was made by the same producers as CITV's Jungle Run, and used the same set as well as following the same format.

A video of Naked Jungle was released by Universal Home Entertainment in late 2000.

Naked Jungle - UKGameshows
Cheggers outrage is just skin-deep - The Observer
BBC News | ENTERTAINMENT | Channel 5 criticised in Commons
Naked Jungle | Andy Crawford

Viviane Castro nude at the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro


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Meet Viviane Castro is a Brazilian model and dancer who was competing at the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro but was disqualified for being underdressed.

Ever year at Rio de Janeiro’s Carnival celebration, the ladies run around practically naked competing in the parade. But apparently being completely naked is not permissible. At the 2008 Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, Viviane competed in the parade competition.


While near-nudity is permissible during the samba, complete nudity is apparently not. Viviane began the competition with a piece of glue-on fabric covering her nether regions, but it fell off midway through. And this sent the judges into fits, disqualifying the team from Sao Clemente, with whom Viviane was competing, for “exposed genitalia”.

Her dance and costume was to symbolize native Indians as they appeared to the Portuguese.

How I learnt to grin and bare it

Eating coleslaw and playing pool take on new dimensions if you’re naked, as Nicholas Roe (The Times, June 4, 2005) discovers:

I WAS lying nude in the sun-room when a fit-looking woman of about 50 popped her head around the door and asked casually if I fancied joining a few fellow guests for a meal. Then, without so much as a glance at my bare willy, but with distinct emphasis, she added: “Come just as you are.”

So I had a naked lunch, five of us tucking into coleslaw and tuna salad, sitting around a cosy table while I tried to come to terms with the fact that none of us had a stitch on. And if I looked this way I found myself staring at nipples; yet if I politely looked the other way . . . well, let’s not go into that just now.

All the way down here I’d been agonising over what might happen to me, indeed to the whole world, if I took my clothes off in front of people. It was that big a deal for me, you see. I mean, maybe nudity is just about bearable on the beach, but embarrassment is a matter of location as much as revelation, and Pevors Farm is distinctly landlocked.

Set in northernmost rural Essex, it is a tranquil 400-acre spread of beans and barley with a barn and chicks and ducks — but also four self-catering cottages grouped around two courtyards screened off exclusively for naturists. All ages come, some raw beginners, others in their eighties, bonded by their fondness for naturism.

I’m not a born nudey. I’m the sort of bloke you see on beaches trying to get his pants down under a towel without allowing a glimpse of pallid botty. But a new book, Bare Britain, reveals that naturism offers many clubs and a growing number of beaches and B&Bs aimed at the naked market, so I was trying my luck, giving skin the lead over textiles.

I drove into the farmyard and was ushered behind a tall fence to a pleasant cottage. Through my window I saw a naked woman sitting calm as you please at a wooden table and it was shocking, but not quite as unnerving as I’d imagined. Margaret, the farmer’s wife, advised: “Look people in the eye and sit on a towel.” I thought about that a good deal, actually.

Then she left me and I took all my clothes off and slunk to the sun room, subduing every instinct that’s been bred in me since the age when I was told to pull my nappies back up this instant. Vulnerable: that’s the word for the way I felt. It was bad enough lying in the heat with a discreet book protecting what was left of my ebbing dignity (don’t even think about it and please, please don’t try to imagine it).

But at lunch with nudey Richard and nudey Jean, and nudey Derek and nudey Christine, I realised with an aching sense of fatalism that if I dropped a dollop of coleslaw in my lap I’d have no idea what to do about it. Wipe it off? Let it lie?

I didn’t know why people wanted to take their clothes off, and to say I was frightened is over the top but to say I was tense is right on the money. Munch munch. Pass the salt. NAKED!

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John and Margaret began this venture in November 2002 because diversification is part of rural Britain’s rocky economy nowadays and naturism is their hobby when not farming. They picked up the taste while holidaying abroad and thought: why not put those old cowsheds to use? It’s not exactly The Archers but it made sense, and the couple shrewdly added a touch of four-star luxury that’s unusual, given that most naturist centres in the UK have traditionally been as bare as the buttocks that inhabit them.

They launched, they thrived. And eating my tuna and sprinkling my salt I was preternaturally aware of every movement of every pallid body — this breast, that willy, this tuft of hair, that careless, fallen crumb. Derek said that going nude was “getting back to nature”. Richard insisted: “It’s like taking your shoes off after a hard day’s work.” I said: “It’s a lot more than my shoes I’ve got off,” and everyone went hahahaha. It was stranger than the edgiest late-night cheese-supper nightmare you’ve ever had. But not desperately unpleasant, that’s the truly surprising thing.

There were four or five middle-aged couples staying that weekend and a bit later one of the male guests showed me a photo of himself in the Alps wearing just a hat and looking a bit silly. He said: “That’s what it’s all about. Nature!”

So I headed for the judiciously screened field walks that cut many parts of Pevors Farm and had my first nude walk. Rabbits hopped. Breezes blew. Trees tittered at my bare bum, sunshine disappearing coldly behind hedges. And I felt again the sensation that had by now become all-too-familiar at Pevors. Vulnerable.

There was a heated indoor swimming pool and I ended up skinny-dipping — the first time I’ve ever tried nude swimming. It was silky and embracing and completely charming.

There was that sun-room, too. I baked in there for whole lovely hours slobbing about reading books and chatting with all kinds of people about being naked and stuff. But I tried not to look at the better-shaped women, and sometimes failed. And I feared for my body’s physical responses (though I need not have).

Once, in a totally fair bit of reciprocal sizing-up, I distinctly noted one of the women peeking coyly at my willy. Oh it was a mind-boggling stay altogether, quaintly underpinned by a curious reversal of lifestyle that had me taking off every stitch in order to go outside — and covering up the moment I got back to my cottage. Weird, or what?

I even played naked pool with a down-to-earth Scot called Bernie, and what I noticed most of all was that whenever it was my turn to shoot, he contrived never to stand behind me. You can see why, of course. I reciprocated pretty eagerly and it occurred to me then that consideration for others is the nub of the whole naturist deal: it is the courtesy that comes with openness.

We got on, all of us, because you cannot stand on your dignity if you’ve got floppy bits on show. You must make an effort to be nice, so we did. Vulnerability is a bond that strikes deep, in ways you cannot imagine. One night, for instance, I left my front door open with my wallet lying on the table just inside. But I didn’t for one moment think about theft. Not here. Not with fellow nudeys.

Margaret said that she never loses a plate or a glass in these cottages, which guests always leave utterly spotless. She said that naturists are lovely, friendly people, and I believe her — because you have to be when your bum’s hanging out. But there again, if you’re on holiday, the reasons don’t necessarily matter, do they?

Need to know

Pevors Farm Cottages (01787 460830, www.pevorsfarm.co.uk) sleep two to four, from £225 per cottage per week. One has disabled access.

Further information: www.british-naturism.org.uk. Bare Britain by Nick Mayhew-Smith and Mike Charles (Lifestyle Press, £12.95). More details: www.barebritain.com.

TEXT: The Times

Nude Protest and Photo Shoot at Memorial Oak Grove (Berkeley, March 17, 2007 (USA)

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The University of California, Berkeley oak grove controversy arose over the planned removal of a grove of oak trees in preparation for the construction of a new student athletic training center for the University of California, Berkeley. Berkeley municipal law prohibits removing any coast live oak with a trunk larger than six inches within city boundaries, but city boundaries do not include the university and the university further claimed an exemption to the city law as a state agency. The university's actions sparked three lawsuits, as well as a tree sit-in that ran from December 2006 to September 2008, when the trees in question were finally cut down (Berkeley oak grove controversy - Wikipedia). The text below is from zombietime which explained what happened at the nude protest on the Berkeley campus:

Last year, the University of California announced that it was going to build a new athletic training facility next to Memorial Stadium at the eastern edge of the Berkeley campus. Unfortunately, in order to build the facility as planned, the University must remove several oak trees that are currently growing on the site.

For reasons that are not entirely clear, local activists have seized on the fate of the "Memorial Oak Grove" as the cause du jour, and a vigorous campaign has been launched to stop the project and save the trees. To that end, protesters have been actually living in the trees since December of 2006, alternating in shifts every few days or weeks. The controversy has received an inordinate amount of media coverage.

Completely unrelated to any of this, a local art photographer named Jack Gescheidt has recently become well-known for a photo series he calls the "TreeSpirit Project," which involves naked models pictured climbing and hugging trees. But when Gescheidt heard about the Memorial Oak Grove brouhaha, he sensed a perfect media opportunity. He announced that the next installment in his Tree Spirit Project would be a nude photo shoot among the oak trees next to Memorial Stadium. And this time he wouldn't use only professional models: he issued an open call for anyone and everyone to come get naked for the trees.

And so on Saturday, March 17, 2007, the planets came into alignment and a disparate confluence of people found themselves gathered together in the oak grove: tree-sitters, nudists, activists, journalists, Jack Gescheidt and his assistant, perverts, pornographers, the police and passersby. And yours truly.

This is a record of that day.

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Some of the dedicated tree-occupiers were already in their usual places when the crowd started arriving.

What makes this entire imbroglio a tragicomic farce is that these oak trees, contrary to what everyone assumes, are not "old growth" trees that grew naturally, but rather were planted by gardeners in 1923 as part of the landscaping when the construction crew finished building the football stadium.

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Jack (on the left) worked in tandem with his assistant (on the right), who videotaped his every move. Because, you see, the creation of art is just as important as (or more important than, according to the "Process Art" movement) the final product itself.

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Since the police informed Jack that he might be subject to arrest if he went ahead with the mass nudity, the first order of business was to at least get photos of the volunteer models in place with their clothes on. That way, even if everything went awry later, he would at least have these clothed photos. So, on cue, everyone lay down on the ground amidst the trees.

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And as Jack snapped his first pictures of the participants...

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...most of the other photographers there took pictures of Jack as he took pictures. It began to get a bit surrealistically self-referential.

As an environmentalist, I generally sympathize with any wilderness-saving cause. But this "grove" of trees is not wilderness: it's man-made, not particularly old in tree-time, and frankly not very well-designed or attractive. Furthermore, as revealed in the University's FAQ about the project, the plans entail only removing some of the trees, not all of them; the only three healthy old-growth trees (two oaks and one redwood) will in fact be saved; and when the project (if it ever comes to pass) is completed, there will actually be more trees around the stadium, as the design calls for planting 142 new trees to replace the ones that are removed.

So -- what's the fuss all about?

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Forget about facts! It was time to get naked.

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Jack told everyone to go off to the side, disrobe, and then return to the exact positions they had been in before. The photographer on the right is Mike Kepka of the San Francisco Chronicle, pointing his camera in the wrong direction as he takes this picture.

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Some people disrobed in a matter of seconds, but they had to wait impatiently for the slowpokes who carefully peeled off each article of clothing.

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Finally everyone was ready to go, and Jack gave the orders to lie flat.

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The participants all hugged the ground...

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...as Jack snapped away, along with dozens of other camera-toters. It was important to get Jack in the foreground of your picture, so the process of you capturing the process of Jack creating his art could be preserved for posterity. Or something like that.

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Photographers clambered into all sorts of positions to get the right angle.

Compounding the meaninglessness of it all is the fact that the entire building project has already been halted by a judge for seismic safety reasons. (The Hayward Fault runs through Memorial Stadium just a short distance away.) So there is no imminent threat of construction anyway.

This wasn't about trees. It was about making a spectacle of yourself. About finding the puniest and most ridiculous cause imaginable and acting like your life depended on it. Genocide in Darfur? Nuclear proliferation? Who cares? We've latched onto an issue that really matters: They might change some of the landscaping around the stadium! Action alert!

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Up above in the trees, some people who I presume must have been Jack's professional naked tree acrobats clung perilously to the branches.

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One guy in particular made me very nervous with his antics -- the branch he was hanging from seemed in danger of breaking.

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After a few minutes, Jack announced he had gotten the perfect shot; the photo shoot was over and had been a success.

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Everyone got up and headed back to their clothes. A celebratory mood filled the air.

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The people seen here arm-in-arm are members of the X-Plicit Players, a public nudity activist group who take every opportunity to be unclothed in public.

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It turned out, despite the preparations and police warnings, that nobody got arrested after all.

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In case you're curious to see "The" final perfect photo of the event taken by Jack Gescheidt, he has put a version of it online here.

Color me underwhelmed.

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Casting about for a legal rationale for stopping the project, local activists now claim that the grove was originally a Native American burial ground, based on a document stating that three skeletons had been found at the site. But there was no indication that the skeletons were ancient, or Native American at all, nor have any other artifacts ever been discovered there -- which is understandable, since the stadium site was nothing more than a barren treeless hillside before the area became part of the University campus.

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The article in the San Francisco Chronicle about this event said there were 78 nude protesters; I only counted 65 visible from where I was, though there may have been a few more of them off in the distance or in the trees where I couldn't see them, so 78 sounds about right.

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I don't know why the police never followed through on their threats to arrest people. Despite -- actually because of -- a long history of naked activism in Berkeley, it actually is now illegal to be naked in public both on the University campus and in the city itself (contrary to common belief that there is no law against nudity in Berkeley). I suspect the cops didn't want to escalate the situation, and thought it was more prudent to just let the crowd disperse.

Which we did.

So: did all that nudity save the trees? Only time will tell.

More coverage of this event can be found at these links:

Slide show on the protest, taken with a fancy camera.

Jack Gescheidt's website about the event.

Topfree woman got $29,000


Two years ago she was arrested for going topless in public. These days she got $29,000 settlement from the city as compensation for that unlawful arrest.

No Nudists at Bethel

It would be nice to think that wee have moved on since 1951:

“No Nudists at Bethel Bethel, the little Presbyterian college (enrollment 450) in McKenzie, Tenn., found out that it was harboring a nudist. It came to the notice of the college authorities that Dr. John E. Bauman, 59, professor of zoology, had been a nudist for ten years. Bethel asked him to leave.

Zoologist Bauman did not think much of the anti-nudist argument the college used against him. "They brought up that old question about why did God make a fig leaf for Eve if God wanted man to be in the nude. And that is not even historically true."* The authorities were of no mind to debate the Scriptures. Nudism, said Bethel President Roy N. Baker last week, "does not fit in with our church program. We don't fool with that kind of business."

*Biblically, Adam & Eve made themselves aprons of fig leaves (Genesis 3:7), then accepted from God coats of skins (Genesis 3:21).”


Text from Time Magazine, Monday 01 October 1951

TEXT: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,935085,00.html#ixzz1BTwBUmh9

Nude but Not Lewd

“Are nudist magazines obscene, and therefore to be barred from the mails? No, said Post Office Solicitor Frank J. Delaney last week, after the first formal obscenity hearing since Esquire was cleared in 1946. In covering news among the uncovered, Naturel Herald of Sacramento had printed pictures of naked men & women at sunbathing camps. The pictures, the Post Office ruled, were "small, inoffensive and not posed for salacious effect." At the hearing, Herald Publisher Ivan Brovont apologized for his hoarse, thick voice; he had caught a bad cold, he said, from wearing clothes.”

Text from Time Magazine, Monday 22 March 1948

TEXT: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,804512,00.html#ixzz1BTve8Z5W