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:

The 'organiser'

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