Guess I missed this — it’s almost two weeks old — but Orlando (of all places) celebrated Nude Nite, bringing out performers, visual artists, and strange people who decorated even stranger people with sushi. Photos from the Sun-Sentinel.
An art tradition since 1999, Nude Nite breaks from the traditional stuffy art show with a 3-nite art event celebrating the beauty of the nude, including all media. All proceeds from beverage and art sales benefit The Artery, Inc. a 501c3, which donates to the education of breast cancer through art. And if you buy art at this year’s Nude Nite, you get into all future Nude Nites free. — thedailycity.com
(“The education of breast cancer?” There’s a poorly manufactured phrase. What do they teach it?)
Okay. I’d try it. Would be refreshing not to have to worry about what to wear, not that I often do anyway. I just don’t get the sushi part. Given my choice, I’d rather wear it than eat it, but then again, a kick in the ass is better than a poke in the eye.
Evidently it was artfully done, with visitors commenting on the “cosmopolitan atmosphere” of the event, most unexpected in backwater Orlando, Home of the Dusky Rodent. Something about casual nudity brings out the best in folks rather than the beast. Let alone the breast. Please.
Anyway, I’m writing this on Tuesday night and it’s Guido’s birthday, so please excuse me while I arrange for her birthday present. Speaking of breasts. And raw fish.