Every Monday, I go down to The Bolton pub in South London to do some figure drawing sketches.  

The pub was decorated with a fairy lights and mistletoe all around, and upstairs where the classes are held, there was a giant tree dominating the room where the elderly gentleman yogi model was preparing himself for the class.

It was a rather strange experience having the model wear a face mask while otherwise completely nude.

I think that's our era in a nutshell; we are totally exposing ourselves online, being vulnerable to complete strangers while simultaneously hiding behind a mask in our everyday lives. This man embodied a more literal exposure, while obscuring the most familiar parts of oneself.