On Wednesday, I stopped by Gallery Bar for some body-painting, dancing and an all around messy event thrown by Sally Golan of Social Exposure. Inspired by the moon parties in Thailand, the deep house scene in her native Toronto and Golan’s own boredom, she decided NYC needed a change. “I felt that people were always doing the same things: get a drink, pull out a card…get a drink…text your friend…leave. There is nothing wrong with that…but I feel with times like these, we need much more then an ‘event.’ We need a release and a night to remember.”

Nominally geared to raise awareness for an eco art charity called Eco Art Space, for $20 you got all the paint and nudity you could handle. But Golan wanted to make it about than just nudity and shock. “I was inspired by the idea of unity and collaboration rather then voyeurism,” she says, “which is what you usually get when going to an art gallery opening.”

While not game-changing, it was breath of fresh air for midwinter, especially in the LES, an area that has seen more bankers than bacchanal as of late. “The whole ‘Oh my god what did I do last night’ question really hits home when you wake up with a streak of bright pink on your pillow,” says Golan. “Last night was sexy as hell.”

Golan plans on making the Naked Painting Party an annual event, along the lines of the Wall St. pillow fight, or the water fight in central park.

Big props to everyone who shucked and fucked.

I want to let the pics do the rest of the talking. Even without a liquor sponsor, you’ll notice, as Golan did, “No one is pouting.”

The event’s organizers.

The costumed girl’s boyfriend/rooster explained to me that they were, in fact, promoting a different party.

Everyone just sploshing paint on each other, and she goes with neatly-trimmed whiskers and a gently-decorated neck. The Audrey f-ing Hepburn of this party.

And then she had to go ad do that.

I love the expression on the face of the guy in the background, like he came to the Naked Painting Party expecting decorous behavior and a reading from Gore Vidal.

This party shot is basically a “fuck you” to Van Gogh and anyone else who has not had fun while painting, or at a party.

This girl had a goddamn neck brace on and did not stop dancing the whole night!

Make fun all you want, at least my dad has hobbies.

“There’s nothing wrong with Hermione, per say, I just prefer black chicks.”

This guy just made me miss Arrested Development.

Self-portrait, round 2am.