When I first came to California my New England sensibilities were somewhat taken aback by the sight of guys changing on the beach or in a parking lot. I can't say that I didn't find it... refreshing...
Back at the Brooklyn beaches it was even illegal to change in a restroom. You were supposed to rent a changing cubicle or get a locker.
One time the "fish brothers" (the Ryans) came over to visit me and changed out of their wetsuits on the sidewalk. I think the guy in this shot was wearing boxers but they weren't. Although it was over in a flash (pun intended) Leon, my neighbor across the street, got an eye-full and had a fit... I didn't want to piss off my neighbor, but I kept thinking: C'mon Leon, get over it!