Nude Art LA Presents: UNMASKED
PHOTOGRAPHY BY AGGI ROSELLI
NOV 08. 2026
SODOM Magazine’s very own resident photographer Aggi Roselli was present at Nude Art LA’s UNMASKED this past Saturday, an event meant for artists and creatives from all across LA’s art community—aerialists, acrobats, nude figure models, and more—to perform for attendees and spectators. The catch? Must be nude to enter. Aggi kept her clothes on, but naked or not, she was able to capture many of the event’s most memorable moments.
Do you know why humans started wearing clothes? Modern Christians would say something about Adam and Eve, blah blah blah, not Adam and Steve, blah blah blah… something about shame. But no—humans started wearing clothing hundreds of thousands of years ago, during a period when not wearing clothes would have ensured an excruciatingly painful death due to freezing temperatures during an ice age.
I’ve gotten off track. Nude Art LA was founded in 2018 by artist Chris Wallace, when he curated a pop-up exhibition in the DTLA Arts District. Little by little, year by year, it’s grown into what it is today. When asked what inspired him to create Nude Art LA, Wallace replied: “The general birth of the show came from when I was pursuing a little photography hobby back in the day, and would submit my art nude photography to shows and get rejected. When I followed up, I would find out that they were not considered ‘family friendly’ enough. But when I’d go to their events, they’d have images of people being killed, dead bodies, etc., often actual photos that were considered ‘photojournalism,’ and that stuff was apparently just fine for the kiddos, but a nipple was just way too far over the line. So that gave me the idea.”
At 5:00 p.m., “(un)dress rehearsal” began, which meant performers and guests alike left their clothes at the door for the show. If you were a little shy to take it all off, the doors opened a second time at 7:00 p.m. for the clothed version of the same exhibit.
The event spanned up and across four floors, each dedicated to several artists performing different avenues of nude expression: aerialists, acrobats, nude figure painters, interpretive dancers, and more. In every direction there was an awe-inducing tribute to nudity.
While SODOM kept our clothes on, the LA art community did not—and we had the privilege of documenting it. That’s good enough for us. Til next time.
Spoiler: it had very little to do with shame or modesty, and everything to do with survival.
Hundreds of thousands of years passed, and of course we got used to covering our bodies, effectively turning nudity into a taboo. Fast forward to today, where the sight of a hard female nipple through a white T-shirt makes the world (ahem, men) go wild with depravity and/or (insert word that means up in arms).
