Guest Site: Making A Naturist Documentary Film with FKK

Note from Jordan & Felicity: About two months ago, we were contacted by a film student from Pratt Institute. Her name was Dana, so when her final project for one of her classes, she wanted to make a brief documentary about FKK / naturism.
We agreed to do it in exchange for her composing an article about her expertise in making the film. So this is her story below, along with her documentary by the end! by: Dana Schlieman
Naturist Documentary – My first experience with documentary filmmaking presented an opportunity to force myself out of my comfort zone and research something I had never done before. My preference is definitely story, fiction movie, and the appointment of a 5-10 minute documentary by my Nonfiction Mp4 professor made me queasy and sweaty with anxiety.
Don’t make it about your roommate and how much they adore pizza, my professor implored the class.
I spent the next week wracking my brain for a area that would be interesting to an audience but that has been also manageable for someone with my level of expertise (which was low). Themes drifted in and out of my mind and my thoughts rambled on to other things, like what it must really be like to be colorblind, and how my class might react to the existence of nudity in a peer’s film. I froze in my own bed as this idea crystallized into a project suggestion: an exploration of modern nudists in Nyc and how they lived their lives within society.
The job immediately began to come together within my mind’s eye as I reached for my telephone to begin my research. Abruptly hit a wall. I learned that naturist resorts and beaches were closed down in late September, for the duration of the winter months. It was the middle of October now, and my idea fell apart as quickly as it have been built up. I backtracked, dejected and unenthused, to the topic of colorblindness and landed on this as the theme for my picture. It was boring, but at least it wasn’t seasonal.
On proposal day in class, I determined to present the notion for my naturist movie anyhow, so that my professor could see that I was more fascinating than my colorblind job suggested. I shared the idea with my course, as well as the obstacles I ‘d ran into, and described why I ‘d be unable to carry this project out. The whole class, who appeared to have tuned me out while I talked about colorblindness, suddenly pricked their ears as I told them my initial thought. They stared at me for several seconds when I was finished, and I stared back, my ears burning.
You’ve got to do that endeavor, my classmates told me, with more earnestness than I Had ever received from them. I looked to my professor for help, and he stared at me too. It actually does seem wonderful, he told me.
I contended with them for some time as they threw their suggestions at me. They insisted that there had to be a solution.
Speak with the individuals who run a resort even if they are not working right now, one classmate said. I asked her what I would film in that case apart from the interviews.
A film about nudism should actually have naked people in it, shouldn’t it? I asked them. We went back and forth like this for some time before my professor stopped us.
Only consider it, he told me. The colorblind thing sounds good. I looked up at him hopefully. But the naturism seems really good.
With that, I was done for. I had the pick to make an aesthetically pleasant picture for an easy A that no one would care about, myself included, or I could try just a little bit harder and end up getting something I might actually take pride in. I got online after class that day and buckled down. Finally, Google rewarded me with the Nudist Portal web site.
Everything about FKK was so welcoming that I was immediately comfortable, and I’m easily made uncomfortable in most scenarios. They talked about naturism and naturism the manner I might tell someone my feelings for artwork and my pets. It was clear how beloved their assignment was to them, and how significant it was to them to remove the stigma surrounding nudity, and I immediately found my own feelings about it-that it should be private and earmarked for a few very specific scenarios-coming into question.
When Felicity and Jordan agreed to meet with me, I was exceptionally excited-at first. Shortly I was harassed with a few very real concerns. For starters, I am already rather nervous at the notion of talking to strangers (my parents had to purchase my food for me in restaurants until I was about 16). I worried that, in my ignorance of the topic that I was so new to, I’d say or ask something accidentally offensive and they would despise me. Additionally , I stressed that they might be too weird for me to deal with and I ‘d need to back out of the obligation I was planning to make together, another thought that gives me heart palpitations.
My fears were all for naught.
I walked from my first meeting with Felicity and Jordan astounded at one simple fact: They were so nice, I told my buddies once I got home. The pair had clarified their no-judgment way of life to me, and I could tell they weren’t saying it the way other people say it; they truly meant it. I sat on the subway on my way back from their apartment feeling more than a little shocked at how unaccustomed I am to folks being so friendly and accommodating. I know I am not like that, and I could not think of a single reason why.
The day we filmed, I kept finding myself thinking: This all looks so ordinary. And then I gave myself a mental slap across the face and wondered, why should not it seem normal? I located my dialog with Jordan more arousing than anything I had learned from my school professors before year-and-a-half, and with Felicity I felt like I was talking into a buddy, one who merely did not happen to be wearing clothing. And I believe all three of us anticipated me to be uncomfortable, but I really was not.
Everyone I told about my endeavor was incredibly inquisitive about it. Between October and December, I think the question I got asked the most was: How is it going with the nudists? It appeared that everyone anticipated some sort of scandal, for me to be taken captive and forced to join a naked cult or something. I was nearly smug at how little dirt I had for them. I felt strangely true to the naturist community, like I was now a tiny part of the fight to shed light on the body image and censoring dilemmas that my matters had brought to my attention. The entire experience even got me working on my own body image issues and other private stuff that I’ve never actually thought about before.
And to anyone who still asks me, when talking about my job, Wasn’t that extremely uncomfortable? all I can do is shrug and answer truthfully: No.
If you are wondering about the dick that reveals on the display within the documentary, it is a joke commercial for a radio station in Australia and can be seen on vimeo channel here.

The vulva that also showed on the display is a unique music video of singing vulvae and can be seen on vimeo here.
My Experience Making A Nudist Documentary was published by – Young Naturists and Nudists America
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