Last night, I was kindly invited to shoot a life drawing class. Only this class was to have a slight twist; models adorned with horns, blindfolds and clown masks sat, straddled and lay upon the furniture, illuminated by a red glow.
Tucked away in the basement of The Book Club, the scene resembled that of a skewed burlesque brothel – a tasteful one, of course. And in the unquoted – and partially forgotten – words of the organiser, this is his inner mind extrapolated and fused into reality, albeit a surreal one. Surrealism aside, there were some truly brilliant artists present and the drawings scattered about were really quite amazing.
It was great fun and allowed me to delve into a new photographic discipline – shooting the nude.
Enter through the curtain: