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Live Nude Girl Bares All
Although instructors allow models frequent breaks during the average three-hour posing sessions, the job can be boring. While the vast majority of artists are professional, occasionally Rooney came across a creep. She remembers one private session with a photographer who took photos of small glass figurines on her butt and breasts. In the book she writes, “He was not a serious fine arts photographer interested in cultivating a collaborative artist-model relationship; he was an upper-middle-class amateur with money to burn, interested in burning it by taking as many nude photographs of as many young women as possible.”
The places where high and low culture met have always been of interest to Rooney. In Live Nude Girl, the theme shows up as the place where the titillation of nudity meets high art. Her first nonfiction book, Reading With Oprah: The Book Club That Changed America (2005), explored the clash between fine literature and the populist Oprah, while her poetry collaboration with Elisa Gabbert, That Tiny Insane Voluptuousness (2008), combines the influence of Theodore Storm, a high-culture German poet, with the LOLs and BRBs of Internet speak. An accomplished poet, Rooney won the Ruth Lily Fellowship from Poetry magazine in 2003, and her poetry has appeared in dozens of journals, including Agni and Harvard Review. Her first solo collection, Oneiromance (an epithalamion), appeared in 2008.
Along with Abigail Beckel, in 2006 Rooney founded Rose Metal Press, a company dedicated to publishing hybrid genres. Beckel prompted Rooney to write about her experience modeling, suggesting she enter an essay on modeling in the Twentysomething Essays from Twentysomething Writers contest. Rooney labored over the essay, which made it into the anthology and led to Live Nude Girl. In an email, she wrote, “But having "finished" the essay, I felt I wasn't truly finished with the subject. I became fixated on how models are so often depicted and represented, but so rarely depict themselves, at least through writing. Not that I somehow speak for models or am necessarily particularly representative, but it seemed like an intriguing subject and a perspective that should be out in the world.”
In Live Nude Girl, Rooney is at her best when she describes the mechanics of modeling and her fraught relationship with her own body in often surprisingly poetic language. In the book’s opening chapter, she writes, “My skinny is what I have always been. My skinny is how I always want to be. My skinny is me. But sometimes I distrust it. My breasts are too small; my nipples too pink. My butt is too big for my frame, curved and fleshy. My ribs are like a xylophone, and the knobs of my spine stick up like ponderous cairns in the landscape of my back. My hips are jutty wings.”
Rooney also delves into the history of modeling, from the ancient Greek tradition of using prostitutes onwards and describes famous models from the early Phryne, who posed for the Greek sculptor Praxiteles, to Simonetta Vespucci, Botticelli’s muse.
Although what she does is “erotic, but ritualized,” Rooney said that it is very different from pornography; the aim of art is an aesthetic experience while the aim of pornography is arousal. Posing empowers Rooney insofar as it works against the traditional conception of women’s bodies as sinful.









"Rooney insofar as it works against the traditional conception of women's bodies as sinful."
There may be traditions with this conception but I challenge anyone to read Song of Solomon and come away believing that the Bible teaches this conception.
My God, those days. Been there, and can relate to the bizarre quality of being objectified, on purpose, per hour. Back in my misspent youth I was caught out between-homes, as it were, and got some gigs doing 'art school modeling' in NY and Philadelphia. Better than bussing tables or day-work in construction. And as a guy, oddly, there was almost zero competition back then for the work. I can't remember a single unattractive body or male model under 60--perhaps the studios were a touch chilly.
Rooney is dead on about the weirdness factor, too, but for me it wasn't so much the public nudity or sometimes private scrutiny (prodding, posing, being asked for coffee or whatall on the job) that felt most unnerving. (Anyone can get used to walking around in the buff at a beach.) What was truly bizarre was seeing yourself, your body, your face, an expression--something only your own--a smile, your lips, the way your elbow met your hip--mirrored. Portrait after portrait after portrait, mostly on canvass, paper, sometimes in clay, but unmistakably you. After a few years you start to think of all the mini-me statues and emotionally-revealing psychological portraits ending up in someone's hall, the trash, or cast in bronze in some attic or barn, like a golem, spookily you, uncanny.
...And yes, we models got around, but not with the teachers or middle-aged, 'evening class' husbands and wives who hit on us the most. Non, je ne regrette.
"Live Nude Girl Bares All." Wonderfully redundant.
I don`t really get this. A whole book about being an artist`s model? I am an artist and deeply appreciate those who have modeled for me. There is nothing faintly salacious or erotic about a figure-drawing class. The feeling, rather, is more one of awe at the body`s beauty, and gratitude for having the opportunity to draw or paint it.
I agree with Servius. Why in the hell is it so damned difficult for people, especially women, to admit they like looking sexy because it makes them feel sexy by stimulating sexy responses in others? If you cannot believe that you need to take a remedial course in Sociobiology 101 in a hurry. Regarding women's bodies as sinful is itself sinful if anything is.
Truly great art is a marriage of subject and painter/photographer. And the more the artist connects w/ the model, the deeper and more resonant his/her art will be.
Our society tends to discredit all models of all kinds. In fact, the model plays an important role in the creative process.
Best take on this book I've seen is Ron Slate's at his lit site On the Seawall.
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