Archive | April, 2010

Some food for thought

24 Apr

I have modeled daily for the past three weeks… until today.  Today, I’m embracing laziness, and it couldn’t be going better.

There is a lot of effort that goes into being a model. Even when I’m not working, I don’t allow myself too much craziness, because it all shows on the skin. Drinking to excess puts bags and circles under the eyes. Smoking causes premature aging of the skin. Overeating is the kiss of death, and lack of sleep is…. well, they don’t call it “beauty sleep” for nothing. Any unauthorized hairstyle change, weight gain or loss, and even visible bruising and scarring can mean the loss of a job, not to mention the need to re-do all promotional photos and comp cards.

Not that I’m complaining – I love my job. My look, however, is my stock in trade, and that is a 24-hour a day issue to consider, which is what makes lazy days like today so potentially delicious. Today, I woke up and decided that I’d do exactly what I pleased. I thought about all the pizza and chocolate in my future, and even the margaritas I’ll celebrate with tonight. No gym, no makeup, nada.

Breakfast consisted of some leftover chocolate bunny from Easter and a glass of milk. Lunch was macaroni and cheese and birthday cake, and dinner will be Papa John’s pizza and breadsticks. Between meals, I munched on chips and slug Dr. Pepper. I look like hell – I haven’t showered, I’m still in my pajamas, and I’m not even sure if I combed my hair today.

People do all sorts of things on their days off from work. They go to the mall or to the movies, or they spend all day in bed. For a hard-working model, the best day off is a day of complete gastronomic hedonism. Salt, grease and sugar – the holy trinity of fattening and nutrient-free delight.

Absolutely delicious!

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Take it all off

1 Apr

I came to Vegas as many of my friends did… not to follow a dream, but to follow a guy. Much like getting someone’s name tattooed on your body, the only ending for such a scenario is a spectacular break up. Although less spectacular than most, mine was nonetheless a serious setback in my Southern girl daydreams of happily ever after.

Vegas is a funny place. Very few out-of-towners, myself included, ever thought of the city as anything more than the Strip and the airport, but this city’s population actually hovers around 2 million souls, the majority of whom are from somewhere far away, and far, far different.

I have been a fashion model off and on for much of my life, but never did I think I’d carry anything like that into Sin City. My idea of what Vegas models did was vaguely linked to the shadowy “happy endings” in our fair city’s staggering amounts of Asian massage parlors – of course, at first, I just thought that locals and visitors who frequented such places were supremely stressed out. It wasn’t until after I saw the inch-thick “entertainers” section in the yellow pages that I realized that it ain’t stress that brings the customers in.

The path to my literal designation as Live Nude Girl began when I was enrolled in art classes at the College of Southern Nevada, and the department head asked me if I wanted to be a model for the life drawing classes. I supposed it wasn’t that much of a stretch from all the gay male dressers who saw me naked over the years in the changing rooms at fashion shows, so I accepted the challenge, er, job.

Although my career is unconventional and fodder for countless questions from family and friends, I absolutely love it. I feel a part of an artistic process dating back to the time of cave paintings. In our go-go digital age, artists still must go to the living form to capture the true essence and shape of a person. In this blog, and in my life, I am that person.