The name means "naked" in Italian and Spanish, but NUDA is not what you think. This is a biannual hardcover publication out of Stockholm — 220 to 360 pages per issue, fabric covers with embossed white foil, multiple dust jacket variants — that explores broad themes through razor-sharp incursions into art, fashion, design, philosophy, and science. The contributor lists read like the guest roster of a particularly ambitious dinner party: Marina Abramović, David Lynch, Slavoj Žižek, Olafur Eliasson, Donna Haraway, Steven Pinker, Noomi Rapace, Hans-Ulrich Obrist, Chris Kraus.
Each issue is built around a single enormous word. Terra explored the materiality of soil, our relationship with nature, and where humans intertwine with the wild — with Olafur Eliasson, Vandana Shiva, and primatologist Frans de Waal among the contributors. Beyond mapped out different perspectives of the immaterial: the spiritual, the supernatural, the spectral, space itself — featuring Swedish astronaut Christer Fuglesang alongside Uri Geller and Hilma af Klint. Ego ran to 312 pages with eight different dust covers, exploring the psyche, brain, and mind with everyone from Zara Larsson to KAWS to performance artist ORLAN. Saga, at 360 pages with a silver metallic fabric cover, examined the appeal and danger of fiction in an age of post-truth.
The nakedness in the title is conceptual — stripping subjects to their essentials, refusing to look away, approaching every theme with an unguarded directness that academic journals and fashion glossies alike tend to avoid. NUDA is simultaneously more rigorous and more playful than either, and the physical object — heavy, textile-wrapped, designed to sit on a shelf like a small monument — insists that ideas deserve the same material investment as art.
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