“We don’t want a beauty queen,” explains head judge Olena, a retired dancer who wears only a stopwatch and a whistle. “We want a girl who has forgotten she is being watched.”
Welcome to the first annual “Candid Miss Teen Crimea Naturist” pageant—a competition that its founder, 74-year-old retired philosophy professor and avid nudist Dmitri Volkov, insists is “neither a pageant, nor about nudity, but about the truth of self .”
“In a world of Photoshop, fake news, and lycra,” Volkov says, gesturing with a mango smoothie (he is, of course, wearing nothing but a wide-brimmed straw hat), “the last authentic frontier is the human form. Especially the awkward, pimpled, hopeful form of a teenager.” Candid Miss Teen Crimea Naturist
— On a windswept stretch of pebble beach where the Black Sea meets the disputed peninsula, the air smells of salt, seaweed, and… emancipation. There are no high heels sinking into red carpets here. No sequined gowns. No hairspray canisters detonating like aerosol artillery.
“I was going to talk about the refugee crisis,” she said, squinting into the sun. “But honestly? I’m sixteen. I just broke up with my boyfriend because he said my ankles were ‘too bony.’ My math grade is a three. And last night, I ate a entire jar of pickled tomatoes and had a nightmare that my left buttock had achieved sentience and was running for local office.” “We don’t want a beauty queen,” explains head
She then borrowed a towel, wrapped it around her shoulders like a superhero cape, and ran off to find the ice cream vendor.
This year’s winner is 17-year-old Anya K. (last names withheld for obvious internet-safety reasons), a lanky, freckled high school student from Simferopol with a shock of ginger hair, a healing scrape on her left knee, and a laugh that sounds like a rattling tractor engine. There are no high heels sinking into red carpets here
When asked for her official reaction, Anya shrugged, adjusted the shell necklace (the “crown”), and said: “I still have acne on my back. But apparently, that’s okay.”