Max Bochmann

I grew up on a farm in Iowa and learned phototropism there, sporting that bifurcated look so common to farm boys – waist up he looked Latin, waist down, Scandinavian. Escaping my clothes began at nighttime, as pajamas fell away during the 60s and in the 80s a series of sailboats on Lake Michigan offered the ‘free sailing’ opportunity naked freedom.

Retiring in 2011, I began traveling across the country with a Volvo wagon, a tent and my soulmate Margaret, to pursue the social aspect of naturism. A cancer diagnosis in 2014 ended the sailing and began his final campaign: getting bladder cancer out of the closet