Photography Collection from the 1950’s, 60’s, & 70’s
Life Is Good, Then It Gets Better…
Let’s say you’re lying on your towel at a European nudist beach enjoying your surroundings when your peripheral vision picks-up some blonde activity streaming into your vicinity. A group of Dutch girls on holiday has arrived. This may sound like purple prose to the uninitiated, the opening lines of a male fantasy, except it’s a fairly typical scenario for a day on the beach in Europe.
The New Normal. See Me Naked? Big Deal.
Off frame booms a voice, “Caitlen, get your clothes on!” Caitlen stares bemused at the camera, rolls her eyeballs, and shrieks “Yes Mother!” but keeps right on shooting, taking control of the camera to pan her friends, variously “near nude” in silly outfits. It’s one way to beat boredom and a great way to exasparate one’s mother.Teens of the day, nearly second generational Internet wise, can’t help but ingest copious amounts of nudity by the time they become of age. When they become of age they get their first cell phones and the idea that sending a topless images could be a hoot (check your kid’s cell phone image bank if you don’t believe me). They’re not being objectified. They’re objectifying the recipient, committing them to the ranks of “I saw you naked” without their consent, making them accomplice. Girls used to ham it up for the camera dressing up as their mothers. Now they ham it up by dressing down, baring themselves strategically, posting the normal course of their development in diary fashion across a digital ether. Where it ends up–well, we know where it ends up. It would creepy to appreciate another’s impulse to reveal themselves naked if it wasn’t so lighthearted. In in the end it banishes forever the fear of being caught compromisingly nude. You saw me naked? So what? Everyone has. Imagine yourself being thus armed. Me? Naked? Big deal.
Will I Fit In?
Fiftyish and newly single, and reconnected with a few old friends from college, one is prone to lengthy reflections on earlier years when nothing seemed impossible and the future was an open book. Now somewhat at the other end of life, wondering what was missed comes to mind. I never made it to Burning Man, for example.
Was it too late? And did it have anything for me? What about that commune north of San Francisco? I hear some old hippies run it, who might be forgiving of my corporate career (which summarily dismissed me two years ago). My life could have gone that way (had a sixties vibe), but instead I went for the money, mortgage and marriage. Maybe revisiting the counter-culture now could inspire me.I mentioned this to an old college friend (but not a true friend, in that I don’t much care for him). I added the possibility of “communal nudity” and how I wouldn’t mind “running naked in the woods with couple nymphs.” “No one wants to see your sorry ass,” he offered, somewhat spitefully. Well, excuse me, but I’m in good shape (unlike him). But really, can a man in his fifties with gray features legitimately walk around naked with young women and not cause shock and awe? There’s evidence proving he can, and fairly vibrant, inviting communities out there for we men willing to risk an all-over tan. Just don’t tell my friend. (MarkJ for The Nude Review “Nudism & Fitting-In”)
Visiting a French beach during high season should be on everyone’s bucket list, particularly if they enjoy breathtaking scenery. It never fails to strike me how appealing confident nudity is, as exemplified by French teenagers.
The way they move about, get up, sit down or frolic. It’s inspiring. If an American girl happens to be among them, by her body English she will stand out (though not in a good or bad way). For that matter,
German girls have their own peculiar confidence, but expressed through a sheen of boredom (or something–I haven’t quite figured it out). Your inner anthropologist will enjoy unraveling the reasons for all of this.
It Takes A Tribe
Nudism really is considered a social recreation, and in Europe is abundantly appreciated as such. Family nudist resorts don’t draw any particular attention, and the nude mingling of ages and genders isn’t given a second thought. It fact, much of the activity is centered around family participation and enjoyment, from body painting to (yes) leap-frog and chilli competitions.
Home nudists have their own magazine within our magazine (Casual Home Nudity) that celebrates a liberal attitude toward nudity with family and friends. It’s where “body freedom” begins, a respectful, unashamed acceptance that the human body needn’t be covered-up when weather or circumstances permit otherwise.
There’s something about hairstyles from the Sixties and Seventies that lends nudist photography an odd sort of intimacy, like these were our times (speaking as a boomer), and women exuded a naturalness that present day nude photography fails to grasp. Or it could just be me.
It could be supposed that nudists risk crossing a line that textile-encased bathers didn’t worry about. Being naked and touching your naked mate could evoke responses that highlight the lack of concealing swimwear.
A beach erection is one thing hiding in a bathing suit, quite another when wearing nothing more than a few flecks of sand. It’s our opinion that we needn’t worry much as long as your frisky behaviors conform to normal beach behavior.
Go ahead and have a cuddle, a playful fondle, and let’s save our worries for things that really matter.
Consider yourself lucky if your attractive wife or girlfriend doesn’t mind you taking nude pictures of her. The vast majority of women don’t permit it, while a surprising majority of younger women and teens nearly expect it. (I suppose they’re upset if you don’t want to. Times have changed.)