The Nude Selfie Is Now High Art (COVID)
New York Times
Before face-touching became potentially lethal, my friend Dave had a lot of lovers. Now he makes do with nude selfies. He doesnt even request them, he said. They appear as if by magic: I wake up and they are just there.
Matthew, an artist in Providence, R.I., said, I keep getting explicit photos from people I thought were just my friends. He added, Its nice to know theyre thinking of me.
Since the pandemic began, sex has changed: Its imagined, monogamous, Zoomed or Skyped. And nude selfies have become one symbol of resilience, a refusal to let social distancing render us sexless. Nude selfies are no longer foreplay, a whetting of a lovers appetite, but the whole meal.
Though the debate about art versus pornography has never been settled, a case can be made that quarantine nude selfies are art. Some of us finally have time to make art, and this is the art we are making: carefully posed, cast in shadows, expertly filtered. These arent garish below-the-belt shots under fluorescent lighting, a half-used roll of toilet paper in the background. They are solicited or spontaneous. They are gifts to partners in separate quarantines, friends who arent exactly friends, unmet Hinge matches and exes. (Exes are popping up like whack-a-moles these days.)