The (Irish) Sea of Nakedness

I will never forget the day I got naked with a few thousand other brave souls in Dublin harbor. It was for a Spencer Tunick Art Installation and was right up there with some of the wackier things I have done in my life.

Standing knee deep in the freezing, Irish sea or laying down on the hard, cold rocky pier back to back with naked strangers, as a ship sails in from England (no doubt full of puzzled passengers!) was a morning I’m not going to forget anytime soon! I can’t begin to imagine what was going through those passengers minds as they saw a few thousand naked Irish people welcoming them into Dublin Port at 5 o’clock in the morning!

“Welcome to Ireland, the friendliest nation on Earth!” 😉

"Welcome to Ireland!" A sea of nakedness!
It's a wee bit cold...a sea of nakedness!
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18 thoughts on “The (Irish) Sea of Nakedness

  1. You Irish are a hearty people! I said that when we visited and saw people running in the chilly horizontal rain you get along the west coast. Not for the average US runner!

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