I was a Dirty Show model
What does it all mean? Probably not what you think.
Published: February 8, 2012
The reality is that I was at photographer Luis Jimenez's house, who also happens to be a good friend of mine. We were in a makeshift studio set up in the back room, Braxton Family Values was on the TV and I was drinking cheap bubbly out of a straw so as not to mess up my lipstick. I had to keep reminding myself to suck in my stomach and push my boobs in. At one point the makeup artist, another friend of ours, walked into the room while I was lying on a table and caught me at a very unflattering angle. He screamed, "Oh, my god, I just saw your ovaries!" and we all had a good laugh.
I'd like to say I did it for the empowerment, women's rights and all that, but really I did it for Luis, who one day mentioned an hour deep into a bottomless mimosa brunch that he wanted to submit something to the Dirty Show this year, and I offered myself up as his model without a second thought because, eh, what the hell. (I even bought shiny new boots for the occasion.)
So before you go to the Dirty Show and gawk at all the nekkid girls and boys, remember that to assume makes an ass out of you (and not so much me). Thanks for reading through to the end. You can now go back to the pictures.
See Luis Jimenez's pictures of Nicole Rupersburg on display in the Dirty Show, Feb. 10-12 and 14-18 at Bert's Warehouse Theatre, 2739 Russell St., in Detroit's Eastern Market; dirtyshow.org.
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