Sunday, 22 November 2009

  • Nude Statues in Paris, France



    Here I am. The city of art, of enlightenment, of love. (Which reminds me that my boyfriend and I are going to be in Europe for the next five weeks, so I probably won't be posting as much.)

    And everywhere, what do I see? Statues.

    And what do many of these statues have in common? Nudity.


    Bare breasts, obvious vagina's, chiseled penises and bums everywhere. Today alone, for a few hours of walking around and exploring Notre Dame, a bit of the Louvre, and Jardin des Tuileries, my boyfriend ended up with pictures of about thirty separate statues that were naked.

    These statues aren't ugly. They aren't lascivious little whore-sculptures that raise a boner in every man's pants. (My boyfriend can attest to that fact. He was actually more interested in one statue's feet than her boobies. She had some LONG toes.)

    You know what would be ugly, though? Covering them up. Throwing those silly, useless plastic blue covers over them - to censor them. To "protect" the eyes of the world.

    But good thing these statues remain exposed. Good thing they remain free. Good thing they remain symbols of art, enlightenment, and love - and of what those things truly mean.

    Art. Beauty. Freedom. Why so feared? Why so loathed?

    How do you feel about nude states as art abroad?

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