The fabulous calendar girls of Whimple. When it came time for Cathy Bartlett-Horwood to drop her dressing gown to the floor and stand naked in her village hall in front of her friends, she was nervous. The year-old has had a complicated relationship with her weight for many years. She was so nervous, in fact, that she was physically sick beforehand. Nevertheless, she persisted. This calendar is more than a photographic paean to the female form. Whimple is comprised of winding lanes dotted with thatch-roofed whitewashed cottages with the occasional farm thrown in for good measure.
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By Chloe Morgan For Mailonline. At first glance, this beautiful butterfly just looks like an oil painting on canvas. But on closer inspection, eagle-eyed viewers will spot that the butterfly perching on the vibrant yellow flower is actually a naked woman. Johannes, who is known as the 'Master of the Unseen,' has spent years perfecting his technique and believes his most recent work - The Butterfly - is his best yet. Eagle-eyed viewers will spot that the butterfly perching on the vibrant yellow flower is actually a naked woman. The talented artist spent hours painting model Laura's curves to complete the masterpiece and create the stunning optical illusion. Pictured, Johannes paints model Laura to look like a butterfly.
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