Letter from the Founder
I am old. As our occasional contributor and rake about town Warren De Montague once declared, “But like the semi-desiccated grape Corvina, one of the multitude of varietals found in Amarone, I have only grown more intense”. One of the benefits to my many years is that I can recall when casual nudity was commonplace, accepted and even admired. Topless sunbathing, in particular, was the de rigueur methodology for enjoying oneself while ensconced besides any body of water, from local swimming pool to the Adriatic Sea. I recall with Proustian vividness being taken to a beach in France while a mere boy. There I came face to face with the mass of sun-browned corporeal flesh hewn by the only individual to surpass Bernini in his capacity to render beauty, the Great…