Photographer Erica Simone, 25, has gone au naturel in a series of self-portraits taken around New York. In them, she rides the subway, checks out library books and shovels the snow on the sidewalk outside her apartment - all in the buff. She drew on the work of Miru Kim , a New York-based artist known for taking self-portraits in barren industrial spaces. Simone was also intrigued by the challenge of staging the shots - which she took using a remote sensor - and stripping down to her birthday suit.
Photographers are often said to bare their souls through their pictures. But Parisian Erica Simone has taken this to the next level by literally laying herself bare - she has photographed herself in nothing but her birthday suit on the streets of New York. The year-old has turned doing daily routines in the city to works of art simply by removing her clothes. Parisian born photographer Erica Simone performs a number of everyday tasks in the buff for her new exhibition Nue York: Self-portraits of a Bare Urban Citizen.
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A photographer simple wondered 'what the world would feel like naked, without the empowering or disempowering effect of clothing. Does attire help us construct an identity, or prevent us from displaying a more truthful one? Why exactly is nudity in public against the law? The photos see her doing day-to-day things like shopping, commuting, catching a cab, buying cigarettes in a convenience store and taking a phone call in a cafe - except completely, utterly, brazenly, gloriously, rebelliously naked. What we wear acts as a silent language, allowing us to convey who we are and want to be to the outside world. Fashion reveals our moods, our social standing and establishes dynamics between people. Nowhere is this more evident than on the streets of this fashion capital we call New York City.
Spontaneously she said yes, and we leaped into a day of ridiculous urban streaking. The next morning on the roof of my apartment building. The sun has just started to peak above the horizon and Erica is looking great. Done with the roof, we treat ourselves to some street food and jump in a cab headed towards the next location, an abandoned story high-rise. The outside is boarded up, and after sneaking around we jump the fence, just to be caught by security on the other side. He is not a man in uniform with a mustache, but a hysteric middle-aged woman and her shirtless boyfriend drinking a Chang. We refuse to leave, so she decides to get her boss, and walks off and leaves us with her boyfriend. As soon as we stroll around the corner, out of his sight, we pick up pace and dart up the first staircase, knowing that they will be too lazy to ascend stories to kick us out.