WomenHow do you feel about your breasts? One photographer asked 100 women to bare all The shocking thing about Laura Dodsworth’s pictures of 100 women’s breasts isn’t the flesh on show, or the many shapes and sizes, but the realisation that images of unairbrushed, non-uniform breasts seem to be so rare. “We see images of breasts everywhere,” says the 41-year-old photographer, “but they’re unreal. They create an unflattering comparison but also an unobtainable ideal.

Theatre This article is more than 10 years oldMissing actor's body found near cliffs in East SussexThis article is more than 10 years oldPaul Bhattacharjee, 53, who had appeared in Casino Royale, went missing a week ago after leaving Royal Court theatreThe body of an actor who disappeared from a theatre a week ago has been found, police have said. Paul Bhattacharjee, 53, who appeared in the James Bond film Casino Royale, left the Royal Court theatre in Sloane Square, London, at about 6.

HobbiesDo you read industry trade magazines on holiday? Does 'normcore' mean anything to you? Take Tim Dowling's quiz to find out just how boring you are1 How would you most prefer to spend your weekends?a) taking in a wide variety of cultural attractions and exercising b) hanging out with friends c) alone on the sofa, catching up on a box set d) alone on the sofa, watching old episodes of Cake Boss and blogging about it

OperaReviewRoyal Opera House, London Ann Yee and Natalie Abrahami’s thoughtful and effective new production shapes Dvorák’s opera into a tale of mankind versus nature. A first-rate cast is matched by Semyon Bychkov in the pit ‘You’re like a vision from old fairytales,” sings the Prince to Rusalka, the doomed water-spirit heroine of Dvorák’s opera. Much in this new production by Ann Yee and Natalie Abrahami is a vision from an old opera house – in a good way.

Book of the daySebastian FaulksReviewThis elegant near-future novel about a daring scientific experiment explores the evolution of consciousness For a period during the 1990s, I visited a psychoanalyst several times a week. Lying on the couch, I would find myself examining the spines of the books on his shelves for clues to the mysterious process we were engaged in. Just in line with the toe of my right shoe was a volume with a title so bizarre that I eventually felt obliged to track it down and read it.