I was one of those silly naked people posing in Spencer Tunick's photo shoot on the Opera House forecourt you may have seen on the news …being a dot and all, not sure even my nearest and dearest would actually be able to recognise me. A few days after the amazing, surreal experience was over, I was thinking about what motivated me to go. More than anything else, I realised it was the rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get starkers at the venerable, elegant Sydney Opera House… and to do so with a large group of individuals who I did not know. I was curious about how the vibe of the crowd would be – shy, nervous, excited?
The 4am start time and the ominous weather forecast provided the perfect excuses not to go, but with words of friends ringing in my ears that I’d regret not going, I went – my friends know me too well. For me, avoiding regrets is a big-motivator, and this time it trumped the risk of getting soaked and sleep (no small feat!).
As the cab I hailed reached Macquarie street, the bumper-to-bumper traffic signified to me that, contrary to several friends of mine who’d pulled out, a large portion of the population had overcome any fears of immodesty and early-rising, and were out and ready to strip (later on of course).
As I entered the Opera House forecourt area, I made my way respectfully across to the eastern side. I bumped into two friends hanging out in a very slow-moving coffee queue, and so we kept each other company in the cool of the pre-dawn – the first official day of Autumn. Chatting away, I got caught up in the tangents of our conversation, and so by the time one of the organisers took to the microphone to tell us that Spencer Tunick was on his way, I was jolted back to the reality of why I was actually there. As first light appeared in the sky, Spencer gave us our first instructions. All of us, we were told, were going to be in the photos on the Opera House steps, while, those of us that had got tickets (my friends and I included in this) would also be in the photo-shoot in the Concert Hall – yay!
The next note-worthy moment was when the people who were sitting in the botanical gardens were told to disrobe. As they took off their shirts, blouses and jackets en-masse, a spontaneous roar of applause, whistling, laughing and excited shrieking rose from our area. The vibe was supportive, excited and just happy. No doubt our nerves at our own imminent undressing fueled the cheers.
The roar of encouragement continued as the Botanical Gardens crowd proceeded in front of us to take their position on the lower part of the Opera House steps – the excitement was palpable. Then came our instructions to disrobe and so we obliged – placing our clothes in clear plastic bags we’d been provided with. This time, our section made the noises of giggly school-kids as we adjusted to our new-found nakedness. We proceeded to take our places further up the stairs.
The good-natured crowd did not push or rush - I suspect that this had something to do with not wanting to knock any naked bits inadvertently against a total stranger. However, as we assumed our various poses as directed by Spencer, people seemed to relax a bit and there was plenty of chatter between neighbours. To enhance our connection to each other (one of Spencer’s goals) he encouraged us to hug our lovers, friends and unknown neighbours. While I did not hug a stranger, one of my friends did – braver than me methinks. After a good half-hour of posing, and getting progressively colder, the outdoor shoot finished, and we headed into the warmth of the Opera House. In the break before the next shoot, intriguing situations unfolded. People headed to the loos, and what seemed most strange, was that standing in the queue of naked men, did not actually seem odd anymore. Being in the company of others who were au naturel, turned what ordinarily would have been odd, to unremarkable – and that made the whole scenario quite surreal.
Another interesting situation was when we waited up at the bar area, before heading into the Concert Hall. Though a minority of people had put their clothes on in the meantime, most people were hanging out there, seemingly comfortable in their new found nudity – myself included. And I’m guessing that most people who were there were like me – virgin public-nudists – not professionals. How amazing that what 12 hours had seemed unusual and frightening, was now relaxing and enjoyable. And not everyone there was the young, and body beautiful. There was the tall, the short, the young, the old, the fat and the skinny – all at ease as they were.
We eventually filed into the Concert Hall for our final shoot and again, it felt so comfortable and normal hanging out with nothing on. Once we assumed our seats (or lay on the stage as some were instructed), we posed in different positions while many people engaged in neighbourly chit-chat. Before we knew it, it was over, and we dispersed. I felt thrilled at what I’d just experienced. But at the same time, I felt somewhat deflated, putting my clothes back on, and being covered up again, like the rest of the population. While I may not become a nudist in the next week, there’s a lot to be said for letting your guard down, and getting naked once in a while – au naturel really does feel, totally natural.