We clipped this amazing photo from the New Yorker a few years ago and have had it on our wall ever since. It was taken by Yumahara Hokume in the early thirties (
googling Hokume curiously turned up NOTHING, so he/she remains a mystery. See the comment below for a link.). The woman in the photo reminds us a little of the picture of Le Corbusier painting in the nude in that they both, somehow, seem to be involved in to be a deeply creative activity, sans clothes. Yet, Hokume’s nude seems only to be thinking, hanging out, mulling, resting… maybe even asleep: doing ‘nothing’, yet doing a great deal of living.
Related post: stripping things to their essence (le corbusier)