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Skin puckers, crinkles, and sags. To make such photographs, and, even more so, to pose for them, is an act of defiance. Here, a round up of the best undressed stars. Why not show what it looks like? In the course of her career, the photographer Jocelyn Lee has been drawn to nude bodies of all shapes and.

The older women who posed for Lee in the nude include professors, writers, artists, an astrologer, a hospice worker, and a small-town mayor. All our lives, as girls and younger women, we prepare ourselves to be looked at. Sometimes that can be done with the juxtaposition of elements in a space, the exaggeration of the appearance of wealth or poverty, harsh lighting.

To make such photographs, and, even more so, to pose for them, is an act of defiance. Diane Arbus —whom I love, by the way—looked for unflattering moments to create a sense of drama. Side by side, their long-legged, curly-headed bodies rhyme, but also remind us of the ways time will remake our familiar, corporeal selves.

A nude portrait of a woman older than, say, sixty is an unusual image—even a taboo one. Save this story Save this story. Lee, who is fifty-nine, lives part of the year on a lush, wooded property outside of Portland, Maine. Photographs by Jocelyn Lee.

While estimates vary, for the first 90, years of pre-history, anatomically modern humans were naked, having lost their body hair, living in hospitable climates, and not having developed the crafts needed to make clothing. Behind them, the sea and sky are a light-suffused blue.

Lee continued taking pictures of her as she was dying of cancer. Photographed by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott, styled by Edward Enninful; W Magazine March Miranda Kerr in “Pillow Tweets.” Photographed by Mark. The image is not some grim memento mori, though.

In the course of her career, the photographer Jocelyn Lee has been drawn to nude bodies of all shapes and ages. We grow accustomed to registering —to attracting, evading, or denouncing the male gaze. Still, I prefer the cloudy mirror in my bathroom to any in which I can see myself clearly.

To me, they seem very brave, but it bothers me to say so. Through the years, she took many nude photographs of her mother, who, she says, had a remarkable ease in her own skin. When you are raising young children, the days are long and the years are short.

A silver-haired woman stands knee-deep in a pond strewn with autumn leaves, looking directly at the camera, her elbows angled back like wings to reveal one intact breast and one mastectomy scar. The natural settings, devoid of sociological detail and inherently beautiful, tend to banish ironic readings and extend a certain benevolence to the naked subjects.

A naked woman sits on a blanket of moss in the woods, her breasts and belly soft, so at ease she might be napping.