Here'Guardian story, complete with unaphrodisiac picture. I'm puzzled by how he manages to persuade all these people to do it. I mean, I'd be terrified someone would knick my trousers while I was off parading around. Mayber that's theey next stage in this kind of performance - thousands of people milling around trying to find what's hapened to their clothes, which are on a lorry heading South...

And then there's all the complication of sorting people out by colour to make some kind of picture - I mean with hair colour it'd be tricky enough, but it could turn nasty when it came to skin colour:

"If you have a tan or tattoos please go to the back. And you with the pink or blue hair, I don't think we'll have you in this one." Three people with fluorescent locks slipped out of the shot. From a distance, the mass of bodies, mostly white at the centre and pink at their edges, looked like a big dish of maggots. (From that Guardian story)