French Nudist Christmas Celebration !new! May 2026
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Disc Reviews by M. W. Phillips on August 29th, 2012
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The children were the most natural of all. A pack of little ones, painted head-to-toe with washable green and red finger paint, had declared themselves to be lutins de Noël —Christmas elves. They zipped between adult legs, shrieking with laughter, their painted stripes shimmering in the firelight. The youngest, three-year-old Léo, had decided that the ideal place for a paintbrush was his own navel, which he’d turned into a tiny red target.
“Nudity is the great equalizer,” Chantal often said. “You cannot hate the person whose scars and stretch marks you see. You cannot envy the person whose belly is soft in the same winter light as yours.”
Outside, the first flakes of a rare Provençal snow began to fall. They landed silently on the slate roof, on the dormant lavender fields, on the bare limbs of the olive trees. And inside, a hundred naked bodies, warm and alive, breathed together in the dark.
At the head of the table sat Mireille, the 84-year-old matriarch of the group. Her silver hair was braided into a crown. Her body was a map of a life fully lived: the curved spine from years of pottery, the mastectomy scar on her left breast, the knotted veins in her legs. She wore nothing but a string of real pearls and a small sprig of holly tucked behind her ear. She raised her glass of Champagne.
Mark Phillips
French Nudist Christmas Celebration !new! May 2026
The children were the most natural of all. A pack of little ones, painted head-to-toe with washable green and red finger paint, had declared themselves to be lutins de Noël —Christmas elves. They zipped between adult legs, shrieking with laughter, their painted stripes shimmering in the firelight. The youngest, three-year-old Léo, had decided that the ideal place for a paintbrush was his own navel, which he’d turned into a tiny red target.
“Nudity is the great equalizer,” Chantal often said. “You cannot hate the person whose scars and stretch marks you see. You cannot envy the person whose belly is soft in the same winter light as yours.” french nudist christmas celebration
Outside, the first flakes of a rare Provençal snow began to fall. They landed silently on the slate roof, on the dormant lavender fields, on the bare limbs of the olive trees. And inside, a hundred naked bodies, warm and alive, breathed together in the dark. The children were the most natural of all
At the head of the table sat Mireille, the 84-year-old matriarch of the group. Her silver hair was braided into a crown. Her body was a map of a life fully lived: the curved spine from years of pottery, the mastectomy scar on her left breast, the knotted veins in her legs. She wore nothing but a string of real pearls and a small sprig of holly tucked behind her ear. She raised her glass of Champagne. The youngest, three-year-old Léo, had decided that the
08/29/2012 @ 3:42 pm
I’m actually looking forward to checking this one out. Serbian Film would have been better if not for all the hype surrounding the film. Salo ranks up there with this other film Sweet Movie as beautiful repulsing films I’ll never watch again.
I’m equally repulsed and intrigued by the concept of this film though.