This isn't porn.
My experiences as a makeup artist primarily entailed three things:
1) Making attractive people more attractive.
2) Making other people really unattractive.
3) Fending off creepy people, ignoring obnoxious remarks, and listening to actors talk shit.
Don’t get me wrong—it’s been an incredibly fun job and the means by which I’ve been introduced to the majority of my favorite places and people in California (plus, craft services allows you to eat enough to hibernate). I’ve been lucky enough to go to college and/or have relations with individuals who are either entering or already established in the film industry, so I haven’t had too many awkward or uncomfortable set experiences. These consistently kind environments have led me to be overly naïve about prospective job opportunities, which leads me to the story of how I accidentally worked in adult film.
Having known artists who found some light work via Model Mayhem, I opted to make a profile on the website. In the event you’ve never heard of it–via some obscure former high school classmate posting “modeling”/nude beach shots from their e-portfolios–Model Mayhem is (at best) the Wal-mart of modeling and photography. But, I was nineteen and needed money for forties of Mickey’s and sequined bras for raves, so I put up some shots of work I’d done and waited to be contacted.
What’s the worst that could happen? I thought. It’s not like I’m advertising to have my photo actually taken.
