Nuala McKeever: I’d strip naked ... if only
Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it, let's do it, let's... appear naked in public.
Ok, so that's not the correct lyric of the famous Cole Porter song, I've adapted it to bring it up to date, ‘cos it seems everyone's doing it — posing naked en masse for large photographic art installations in famous places.
Would you? Would you strip off and stand there in the altogether with hundreds of strangers so some guy can snap acres of arranged white bits around an iconic building?
I'd do it, under one condition. If I had a body that didn't wobble when I stop suddenly, I'd whip my gear off at every opportunity.
I mean, let's be honest. What really stops us stripping — a sense of decency or a sense of shame at what lurks under the layers? Beyonce and Rhianna are strangely un-prudish.
Still, I think I'd find the walk from where you leave your clothes and bags, to the posing place, a bit of a challenge.
It's fine to stand artily, quite another to shuffle along with strangers in the buff.
What would you talk about? Where would you put your eyes? It'd be like small talking with the doctor while he's got you in the stirrups.
Do-able but strangely awkward.