Attitudes.(nudity in dance)(Column)

I still remember my first sight of a naked woman. I was 12 years old, and for months, perhaps years, I could think of little else. I knew what I wanted for Christmas. It was 1939. My mother had been given tickets to a West End revue called Black and Blue in which an "art gallery attendant" showed people around the "pictures," which were decorously posed nude women. They were called tableaux vivantes, and at that time were quite a feature of revues both in the West End and on ...