I woke up in the middle of the night in my childhood bed in Ithaca, NY, with pneumonia and I couldn't sleep, and the lights in my room were on and harsh, so I decided to grab this issue from deep in my pile of books, and I read all of it in that night, over like 30 minutes or something. It was so fucking dumb, it was like the magazine editorial and writing board was composed only of absolute morons. The New Nude dealt with almost every topic inside its pages in a dumb, uninspired, fashion. Good thing the industry changed so much since 2006, this mag is only worth cannibalizing for collage materials.