IMG_4370To celebrate both the first truly hot day of the season (83 degrees!) and the extraordinary amount of attention our little group has received over the past fortnight (starting with the Huffington Post and then exploding when the Guardian in the UK picked up the story), we headed out to one of our favorite spots in the park, the hill where Bob Dylan supposedly once painted us. (He didn’t really, but what a juicy story that was…)

Thanks to all that attention, we were joined by a number of first-timers, enjoying not just their first time meeting us, but their first time ever going topless in a public place. We were honored they chose us to introduce them to one of the finest pleasures New York has to offer: lying bare-breasted in the grass, bathed in sunlight, surrounded by good conversation and good books and good things to eat (thank you, Crumbs, for knocking off the Cronut). It’s a sensory overload of the very best sort.

And these happy newbies were only the ones who could make it on a Monday afternoon! Two dozen more have asked if they can come too, and as we schedule more events, we hope we’ll get to meet them all.

Would you like to join us? We welcome women of every description: the curious, the confirmed, and everyone in between. Just send us an email at toplesspulpfiction[AT]gmail[DOT]com and we’ll add you to our list.

In the meantime, we share with you this glimpse of an idyllic afternoon in New York’s own garden of earthly delights.