I think we all have those days…where we have nothing to wear….
Of course sometimes I take things a little to literally.
(Note: If you are ever a life model there are no cameras or smart phones allowed in. This was a photo I asked to have taken of me on my phone. If you are interested in becoming a life model make sure you look into your rights and what the standard rate of pay is in your area)
Last year I did something I was never sure I would be able to do, but as someone who is pretty comfy in the buff I really wanted to give it a go. Now it seems I am a professional life model. I have at least one job every week this month…and even more next month.
Once again I am having to put my naked photos on my blog as instagram just loves taking them down. But I can control what stays on this blog…and like my very first internet nude, I am in control of when and how my body is viewed.
An added bonus to life modelling, being good at it and having my body make art while I just sit around for a few hours, is getting paid for it. For a long time I was the sole breadwinner of the family. I ran a successful business, ran a charity that I had started when I was 23, was involved with numerous professional organisations and was on the parents & teachers association board at the girls school. Te very last thing I did before calling an ambulance and admitting myself to hospital (after spending the day talking to myself in the cupboard) was sign my resignation letter to a not for profit that was my life. I thought I had found my lifes purpose and was doing good work. I loved my job. I was always social. And then one day I lost it all. I spent the next 3 years heavily medicated in bed. I have never fully recovered. For so long I held onto this belief I would one day magically be better and I could try to pick up the pieces. Then I finally realised I might never work again. Feeling like a useless leech for years didn’t do my brain any great favours. With my various illnesses and aches and pains I wasn’t even sure I could do a job where I sit or lie down for awhile and people draw me.
Being able to contribute financially again has started to make a difference. I feel more useful. And knowing my body helps create art makes me so happy. I’m no Venus de milo, but I work what I’ve got.
Miss Fairchild by Joe 10th of March 2016
So – who is celebrating their Sunday totally starkers?
Miss Fairchild xoxo