Jun 14, 2009
Modeling career slowly blooms through friends
So my modeling career is shaping up nicely. Yup. Some people out there are into hair and they’re calling my name.
When you read this article, I should have already been posing for a couple days. See, I’ve got these friends of mine that consider themselves “artists.” And as “artists” they occasionally need someone to “art.”
I’ve tried to get into this field for a while now and was about to give up on it entirely when the opportunity came knocking again. I know quite a few people within our art department and as such the topic of nude modeling has frequently been brought up by myself. Likewise, it has frequently been shot down. I’m just trying to be an active member of the community by volunteering my time; I don’t see what the big deal is.
“Come on man, let your students draw me,” I pleaded one afternoon with a professor friend of mine.
“No, Adam. No,” he quickly responded.
“How’s your daughter?” I asked.
“What?”
“Nothing. Let me be your model!”
“Adam, you’d probably get a woody.”
“Maybe.”
“I can’t have my students drawing woodies.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Well…” he hesitated in thought. “No.”
“See, you can bring them a whole new perspective; something that no one at K-State’s ever done before!”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Probably.”
Then he went away confused, probably a little disturbed, and I was downtrodden as an ox. Speaking of which, are oxen on the endangered species list now? And if not, where are they and what the hell are they doing? Do they just sit around all day chewing cud reminiscing the glory days of the trail? I bet they’re bored out of their minds right now … and downtrodden of course, always downtrodden.
Well, now the Karma Police have come around and I’m back in the chair. I’m not sure if that really makes sense, but either way I’m finally modeling.
For starters, they’ve got me standing in some summer high school classes, so needless to say I won’t be in the nude … at least not entirely. Someone will corrupt their fresh little minds sometime, but that sometime doesn’t need to be now. And that someone can certainly be a bit more attractive and a bit less emotionally scarring than my own likeness.
But the high school class is just for starters. Apparently from there my friends (through creating drawing portfolios for themselves) will inadvertently be creating a modeling portfolio for me. Sweet.
I guess there’s some Web site that connects local artists to area models for this sort of thing and apparently there’s a large void when it comes to Manhattan models that are ready, willing and available. And me? I’ve got nothing but time, babe, and I’m here to fill that void.
So eat your heart out, Manhattan-area artists; your prayers have been answered. It’s a hairy answer, sure, but still an answer nonetheless.
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