Exposure

So here I am on the other side of the world, and I walk into the Insti­tute of Con­tem­por­ary Cul­ture… and there, on a poster, is a photo of me and Simon and Christina and Cath­er­ine naked in Mel­bourne one rainy morn­ing in 2001. Of course, you can’t tell it’s us, because there are 4000 other bedraggled naked people with us. Yes, I’m talk­ing about the Spen­cer Tunick shoot. I imme­di­ately burst into hys­ter­ical laughter and try to explain to the bemused folk around me that “Soy yo! Acqui!” point­ing at the spot on the photo I know we were lying.

And after that, the Queer Pride march and meet­ing the lovely goth types Mireille and Duncan and Quim (short for Joa­quim. I’ve explained to him what it’s slang for in Eng­land and being a good gay boy he thinks that’s very funny.)