The glory of naturism, says Amelia Allen, lies in its honesty.
“There is no front,” she says, “no status. It makes everyone equal, literally every body equal. We make so many judgements based on what someone is wearing, but when you meet someone naked, it’s about who they are. In naturism, everyone is the same – prince or pauper and no one would know.”
Her zeal is perhaps surprising; Allen is not exactly a stereotypical naturist. At 22, thanks to a burgeoning career in fashion photography and street style, she is more used to the world of clothes than the world of skin. Yet, she has just seen the launch of her first book Naked Britain, chock full of monochrome portraits of well, yes, undressed Britons at play – and there’s not a millennial pink jacket or pair of skinny jeans in sight.