I don't love these women. I don't even know them. I love things about them.
I get an E-mail alerting me the I have a friend request on this social networking site catered to photographers and models. I haven't logged on in a while. I check it out; two female models and one male want to be my, "friend," no problem.
I'm hoping to work on a particular project in the not-too-distant future where I'll need a handful of women. So, I decide to look through photos of some of my friends hoping to see some new shots, and remind myself of some of the people I'd like to work with, maybe even make a new friend.
Then I see her. She's my, "friend."
She's. ... Nice-looking. I don't think we'll work together any time soon. She's located about six hours north in San Francisco, and there's no shortage of models here in L.A., but I love her, "look." I click on her profile picture, and dive into a world of her.
Something's different. The first picture has her nude. In fact, almost half of her pictures are nude, a blend of artistic and tasteful, leaning more toward the latter. There were no nude images here before.
I wasn't here to look at her body, a shape, a formation that even a mashup of designers, sculptors and engineers at Koenigsegg and Rinspeed couldn't come close to on their brightest, most carbon-fibered, most inspired and computer-assisted day after spending the previous day driving Venturi Volages from France to Tuscany to have dinner at Chris Bangle's house all while having the decency to first stop in Geneva for chocolate and braking in Maranello to leave graffiti on the walls of the Ferrari factory.
That was a really long sentence, and for that I apologize. To make up for it I give you small, yet effective picture. Yes, "Picture." Then you keep reading, yes.
Venturi Volage
Koenigsegg CCXR
Rinspeed sQuba
Like I was saying, I was here to look at her face. It had freckles. That's what I loved about her especially the big one on her nose. If I remember correctly it was on the outer edge of her right nostril. Though the rest of her was flawless I was here for those little spots overflowing with melanin that danced on and around her cheeks.
Something's different. Where are her freckles? Her freckles are gone, and so is the love. As beautiful as her uncovered body is, it. ... She doesn't stand out anymore, at least not to me. She's still a nice-looking girl and all, but who isn't around these parts?
I don't know what happened to her freckles. Maybe it was editing. Maybe it was surgery. I don't know why they're not here any more. Maybe she thought removing them would make her look better and feel better about herself. Maybe she'd get more work without them (in conjunction with a bare breast here or there). I hope it's nothing health-related. In a world as shallow as modeling via a medium as impersonal as the Internet one only has so much to go off of. I'll subscribe to a look better/more work theory.
She used to be perfect. She looked like candy. She was candy. She was 95 percent milk chocolate and the five percent that was the pair of inches in between her upper lip and eyes was chocolate chip cookie, but the chips are gone now, and so is much of my interest.
Average Joe: But dude, she's hot. ... And Naked!
Yes, AJ. This is true, and thank you for pointing that out. However, at the moment, I'm looking at her with a part of my right brain that creates creativity (Too much?), and in case you haven't noticed I'm wearing my, "I'm Mature," shirt today. I'm sure you know there is no lack of naked women online. Besides, look how she's posing. This is art.
She is hot, though. Thanks for playing our game. We have some lovely parting gifts for you.
Next I stumble upon the profile of another young lady model. Click. Click. Click. Photo. Picture. Image. She looks nice. Hold up.
Where are her ears?
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