You want to learn selflove, then get your kit off, strike a pose and let a room full of artists try and capture you in charcoal.
I am fifty-four. I have been an artist model since I was eighteen. It’s how I got through uni. While my friends washed dishes, I lay on a velvet-covered throne in a river studio. Being worshipped is so much better than stacking a dishwasher. I was paid an hourly rate to have my body
