If you are willing to invoke confusion, bewilderment and a sudden urge in others to change the subject, you could consider an extra source of income in these crunchy times: life modelling. When I tell my friends that this is what I do with my spare time, the reaction is usually one of disbelief. Three times a week, I model for Robbie Wraith, an internationally renowned artist who studied in Florence under Pietro Annigoni. I stumbled across his advert accidentally after finishing university, and have not looked back since.
I have been incredibly busy and some could say lazy lately. But fear not! For as an apology, I present to you a post with plenty of nudity…. And plenty of discussion on the implications of nudity in regards to men and women in art you thought you would get to just enjoy some attractive naked men and women? First point of discussion: you would not believe how long it took me to find these few good examples of the male nude.
Yet these men and women — old and young, all shapes, sizes and ethnicities — whose bodies are exposed from every angle, whose nude images grace my walls, remain unknown to me. I rarely know their names. Who are these people who bare all to a room full of strangers? How does it feel to pose under unforgiving lights as students mentally measure the distance from your clavicle to pubis? My first model was not nude and not even human.