San Francisco
You might think it’s a bit crazy that somehow I started modeling for nude art while I was a nanny living with a rich family in the South Bay of San Francisco. You’re not wrong, and although those pictures are not the reason I was fired after 3 months, in a way it is related: I was way too wild to be an au pair.
But anyway, at least during those 3 months living in the Bay I discovered I was a natural (imagine, I was just 21 years old for all the pictures in this gallery) and posing nude would become one of my favorite ways to create beautiful art (and make money).
I have no record of the names of the photographers, sorry about that, but that was a very long time ago.
Mark Torres
I met Mark in 2011, during that trip to Venice Beach that changed my life. We met through Model Mayhem, but I have very few pictures from that first shoot, because he was taking pictures to use them as models for his paintings, so they are very simple. I’m sharing one picture from that shoot, the first one in this gallery, because the red skirt you see in that picture is very dear to my heart, and 16 years later I still have it. Mark gave me this skirt at the end of our first photoshoot because I was telling him I was on my way to perform on the boardwalk and I didn’t know what to wear to dance. This skirt became the magic skirt. I have busked in at least half a dozen countries with that skirt and performed many burlesque routines.Â
Anyway, enjoy these pictures from 2011 to 2014.
Disciples of Desire
I met Chef in 2011, during that trip to Venice Beach that changed my life. We met through Model Mayhem. Yes, it starts like the photographer above, and the most hilarious part is that his real name is Marc too. But as you can see through these pictures (and you’ll see even more in the 2014-2019 section), very different aesthetic. Very different way to work.
I don’t know how to describe a shoot with the Disciples of Desire. Powerful, absolutely politically incorrect, very creative and fun, and with this way of making you feel so comfortable in your hottest, dirtiest, darkest persona. I wrote a scene in my book inspired by when I used to visit him in his big studio in downtown L.A. I didn’t even change his name. Chef is Chef, in my reality as in Solla-Rose’s fiction.
Paris
This photoshoot was my only time being hired by a photographer in Paris. I’m pretty sure we also met through Model Mayhem.
It was in 2012, I was in grad school, finishing my masters in theater studies.
