I normally like to enjoy my Saturday mornings with a nice lie in. It’s safe to say that this Saturday started quite differently, and will prove to be unlike any Saturday I’ll ever experience again.
At 2am, I woke up and headed outside. After meeting a few folk along the way, we headed out to the Docklands area in Dublin. A solemn bus then took us to a top secret location, which turned out to be a fairly narrow path that lead out to a Lighthouse on the outer rim of the dock.
By 5am, I was surrounded by 2,500 fellow Dubliners and on the simple command of Spencer Tunick (one man with a camera), we simultaneously stripped completely bare – which literally occupied a matter of seconds. After ditching our clothes, we proceeded to pose in several positions while embracing the Irish Sea and suffering form the bitter cold. All in the name of Art.
The first 20-seconds was akin to jumping out a plane – truly unreal. After this initial period, you do become strangely complacent about the whole thing. Only after you put your clothes back on does rationality set back in and you question what the hell you’ve just done. Writing this post a day later, it all seems a bit of a blur – perhaps this is my mind’s attempt to erase these bizarre hours of my life. All in all, it was a fantastically uplifting experience. Nevertheless, I’m confident it’ll remain a once in a lifetime experience.
I’m due to receive a limited edition print as a prize for taking part. I’ll post it online when it arrives (albeit after getting some Photoshop treatment first).