O-M-G!
O-M-G!
O-M-G!
Those were the words I blurted out when I opened the link sent by my Australian fabulous friend. Boy, there are lots of dangling balls and galloping clitoris outhere when the super brilliant and uber-famous American nudist photographer, Spencer Tunick came to visit and told the people of different colors, shapes and sizes to GET NAKED.
More than 5,000 people showed up on the steps in front of the Sydney Opera House to camwhore in front of Mr. Tunick’s lenses.
Titled Mardi Gras: The Base, the installation had been commissioned by the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.
I wish I were. Definitely, I’d bare—in the name of art. 
As one participant said, “I thought there’s gonna be sexual stuff going on but nothing. Being naked around naked people is just like you’re covered with clothes.”
“It was difficult to get the straight participants to embrace the gay participants and vice versa,” Tunick said. “So I was very happy that that last set up finally got done and everyone came together (in a) united, friendly kiss, a loving kiss in front of this great structure.”
