Modelling as Art

Anna Rex mp3
RS: gtr & vocal
TomP: percussion & production
Craig Roy: bass
Jessica Lynn Martens: violin

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What is art?  A conscious creation of beauty.

What is modelling?  A display of human beauty.

Modelling is never about perfection; it is about how flaws & imperfections are tastefully concealed and/or overcome.

The qualities of character & beauty are inseparable.

Men & women are beautiful when their appearances, words, and actions consciously point towards: intelligence, health, character, poise, strength, flexibility, youthfulness, happiness & love.
This requires the application of intellect & hard work.

Shortcuts that Don’t Work

Diets & pills: rebound & side effects
Performance Enhancing Drugs (PEDs): serious side effects
Cosmetic Surgery: morbidity
Throwing money at it:  symptom of laziness & mental disorders

Beauty is Not

Airbrushed
Anorexic/bulimic
PED enhanced
Weaved hair
Heavy makeup
Loud fashion

Fashion

Create your own style and be 100% confident in it, otherwise people will know.
It should compliment your age, sex, body-type, skin color, and any other orientation…

A model represents their own personal version of human beauty– approaching, but never reaching perfection.
The human face & body have inspired the artist in all of us, throughout the millenia.  Its interpretation is always subjective.

Golden Proportion Symmetry is a modern mathematical science of beauty, which has fundamental proportions in nature.
For instance in the human smile, the upper front teeth are ideally displayed in a width ratio of 1:1.618–called ‘phi’ in the language of math.
Leaves & petals exhibit these same mathematical ratios.

Leaves in Nature are in Golden Proportion

Leaves in Nature are in Golden Proportion

Human attractiveness is measured in overall proportion & symmetry, mostly importantly in the eyes & smile.
The teeth are the more controllable variable through preventive care, orthodontic/orthognathic correction, and cosmetic restorations.
A natural, healthy smile is always the most attractive– natural teeth (size, shape & color) compliment body type.
Gingival (gum) & osseous (bone) surgery can also improve health & appearance.
Home bleaching is safe & effective, when done correctly.
Patient compliance is always critical in any health–seek a competent & caring professional, and heal thyself!

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Physical beauty is sustained by core strength & inner health.
We all have it in us to be beautiful.
If we don’t take care of ourselves, our health erodes quickly.
Beautiful people age well when they understand it as a process, working from the inside out.

Sleep is essential.
Not getting enough REM sleep, is a common problem in this modern industrialized world.

Diet is crucial– an epidemic U.S. health crisis.
Rate your Plate, means filling half your plate with fresh vegetables, with one quarter each, for lean proteins and carbohydrates.
Adjust your need for fats according to your body, any variance for indulgence (okay in moderation) is recognized as poor diet, requiring compensation.

Your choice of protein is a thoughtful personal decision, with its privacy respected by all.

Whole Food Diet

Avoid “dead food”, which is anything packaged in a can or box.
You can’t “stock up” on fresh fruits & vegetables for more than a few days.
Switch to organic dairy & local free-range from a real butcher, if meat is your preference.
Buy local: truck farming yields unripe GMO fruits & vegetables, lacking the natural sugars needed for energy boost & nutrients for health.

If you aren’t eating 5-7 servings of vegetables/day, then you must juice the difference to make it up.

Nutrient-dense food costs more, but its nutritional value is priceless; Americans on a budget, bombarded by mass-media hype are still struggling with that concept.
Knowing how to prepare & cook food, is always an essential skill for health & good living.
The unnaturalness of GMO corn subsidies for agri-business, along with the owning of copyrights to nature’s seeds, is fundamentally anti-democratic & nefarious.
The agri-business policy of ‘GMO-improved’ food, floods our grocery stores with a surplus of cheap, unhealthy food.
Seek alternatives for your benefit.

Health & Fitness Summary

1.) Diet: local, organic, fresh, whole foods
2.) Exercise: enough to meet your body-type needs, without over-training
3.) Sleep: get the REMs you need
4.) Recreational drugs & alcohol: okay in moderation–for adults only
5.) Sex: be active & safe

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Soccer: A Beautiful Game for Everyone

The US men’s soccer team earned respect from players & fans around the world for their World Cup performance in Brazil, losing to Belgium 2-1 in extra time, in the round of 16.
It now behooves US sports fans to watch the remaining matches (of teams entirely from Europe & Latin America) with a deeper appreciation for their unique skills & marvellous physical fitness.

Please notice, you never see an overweight soccer player at the professional level.
The current low level of youth physical fitness, along with the concurring epidemic level of youth obesity, is a major reason the US remains far behind the rest of the world in men’s soccer.

The US players are correct when they say it is not up to them to grow the game.
It is truly up to adults to more fully understand & learn the game, so they can encourage & teach their kids to become better players.
Presently, there are not enough qualified (or even competent) coaches at the youth levels to teach the requisite skills needed to keep pace with European & South American players.
The US men’s team needs to develop better overall skills before a skilled play-maker can emerge. Until then, they will remain outside the heavyweight class that defines the World Cup, when the field is reduced to eight.

Woman's World Cup

When people ask the question, “Will the US ever win a World Cup?”, they are being ignorant & chauvinist.
The US women’s soccer team won their inaugural World Cup in 1991, and also again in 1999.
Today’s ‘soccer moms’ are women who grew up in the 1990’s emulating Mia Hamm & the rest.

The US women won gold in the first-ever US women’s Olympic soccer competition; winning a thrilling final match 2-1 in front of a rapturous crowd of 76,489 in Atlanta.  Inexplicably, NBC chose to not broadcast the match and the press conference afterwards was heartbreaking, as team captains Julie Foudy & Mia Hamm wore gold medals around their necks, and frowns of hurt & disappointment on their faces. No one outside the stadium saw the game.

The reason for the blackout was largely political vindiction.  In the months before the 1996 Olympics, many of the US women’s star players had held-out before agreeing to play in this all-important inaugural event; insisting they be paid the same as the US men’s soccer players.  For months the US women’s best players were vilified by a foul & reactionary sporting media for being greedy & unpatriotic, simply for demanding equal pay.  Eventually the US women’s terms were agreed to (with stipulations–the US women had to win gold to receive everything they negotiated), but the real price they paid was the scorn of a paternalist corporate media for being so bold. Therefore, the best story of the 1996 Olympics was ignored. All this & more is well-documented in Dare to Dream.

In 1999 the women’s World Cup was held in the US, and that team became an unstoppable & transformative force, a beautiful example of dialects in popular culture.

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The 1999 Women’s World Cup final match played on July 10 at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California was not only one of the most dramatic sporting contests ever, but moreover the culmination of a modern sports revolution.
It forever established a niche for women’s professional athletics, as their meteoric rise to popularity proved to girls & boys, as well as women & men everywhere, that women’s competition could be just as exciting & dramatic as men’s competition.

By the time the final match-up between the US & #1-ranked contender China was set, the entire nation had become passionately invested. These women redefined feminine beauty with their naturally athletic look, as well as their skills; making them the dominant world team of the 1990’s.  Their best player throughout that period was Michelle Akers, a large and powerful athlete, physically towering over the rest of her teammates.  Akers always stood apart from the rest of the team core that centred around Mia Hamm, Joy Fawcett & Julie Foudy.

This is the best cover of SI ever– a natural female athlete, perfectly photographed in her moment of triumph.

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Tim Howard may have had the greatest goalkeeping performance in World Cup history in 2014, but the greatest save in any history– men’s or women’s–  was Kristine Lilly’s in 1999.

Kristine Lilly

Soccer is a beautiful game because everyone can play it, and it is played everywhere by boys & girls, rich & poor in all nations.

Culturally a shift has occurred, as scientific data on concussions (a by-product of the inherently violent nature of American football), and the mainstream adoption of the ‘soccer mom’ phenomenon; has more & more parents turning their kids away from football and towards soccer.

Note: Soccer has concussion risks too, so be aware.  
Heading a ball punted by the goal keeper is a concussion, every time, so don’t do it!
Use your chest or lower body instead.
Soccer is a physical game; Michelle Akers received one of the most viscous intentional spears to the head in the 1995 WC, an example of unsportsmanlike conduct that should never be tolerated.

If you choose to watch the 2014 WC, then take time to appreciate its history & culture.  It’s important for all of us to embrace diversity, and for many here in the US, soccer is still a foreign game.  Everywhere else, it is the most popular sport in the world, so appreciating the skill & beauty of this game, regardless of sex or national origin, unites us all.

Excerpts from a Trashy Novel

He was dead tired, from what little restless sleep he had gotten the night before.  His appointment was at 11:00, and it was only 10:10, but he still felt an impulse to rush.  He didn’t want to be late for her. He got up; went into the kitchen to fix a fresh glass of juice; then jumped into the shower.
By 10:50 he was at the studio, sitting down and resting his eyes briefly; until she woke him in a low voice, “Are you ready?”
She led him into their usual room, which had been prepared with soft music & lighting, incense, and candles.
“I’ll be back in a minute” she said softly as she closed the door.
He then disrobed and slid under the sheet of the massage table.
He was resting his eyes again when she returned and commenced warming up her expert hands with jasmine-scented oil.
She began to rub his firm muscular body with her fingers, knuckles and wrists; coaxing his tightened muscles to release their stress.  He felt the pulsating waves of relaxation envelope his being, as he began to drift into that state of consciousness/unconsciousness where no pain or shame is felt, only the pleasure of relaxation.
She worked deep into the muscles of his neck, releasing months of built-up tension.
He groaned slightly at the early twinges of discomfort, which started to turn into moans of delight as the rubbing activated the endorphins in his brain.
His erections came & went as she worked every area of his body.
Energy repeatedly shot like electricity from his feet and inner thighs into his genitals.
The fatigue that he had felt earlier had now left him.
It had been completely replaced with love energy.

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It had taken a while for him to become integrated into his new office environment.  Working in a new city, with new people was not a problem for him; he had always dealt with fresh situations in an enthusiastic manner.  The staff for the most part was the usual mixed-bag; mostly regular people trying to earn a living, along side elitist middle management–defined by their gossiping & backstabbing nature.
The woman he gravitated towards was the one with a foot in both camps.
She was the quiet type, with long hair & sad eyes– both brown.  She was highly sensitive to rude behaviour, and always wore a black suit & pants with high heels. He wondered if she was in mourning, but could never find an appropriate time & place to ask her such a personal question. She was too busy running the office all by herself.
Her personal hygiene was good, except for the fact that she let her hair go lifelessly flat. She rarely smiled genuinely, even though she had nice teeth.
The office stayed extremely busy with a steady trickle/stream of wealthy clients ending up at her desk, ready to pay her whatever she said they owed. She was definitely a killer when it came to collecting the money.
Her marvellous ability to instantly turn on & turn off conversation-mode with clients, while maintaining a high level of empathy & good listening, impressed the new hire. He noticed that clients tended to linger, which helped business. She never objected to those customers who wanted to waste her time.
One day he noticed something different about her. She had styled her hair, very subtly.  Noticing instantly, he quickly smiled and told her how much he liked it.  She looked at him intensely for a second, before thanking him and then returned to her business.
Freud once said, “There are no accidents”, and that was likely the case at the end of that day, as he lingered for no particular reason.  She was alone, closing out the day on her computer. He shuffled into her work area, which was typically off-limits to anyone else.
“May I ask you a personal question?” he inquisitively asked in a direct tone.
“Sure”, she cautiously replied.
He leaned in and whispered into her right ear, “Why aren’t you happy?”
She was stunned and hesitant to meet his eyes.  She was usually expert in deflecting any personal overtures, but her suffering & loneliness had been too long, and his tone too sincere to ignore his enquiry.
Her eyes melted into his as she trembled trying to formulate a response to a question that cut her to the quick.
She bit her lip, as he pressed in closer to her body.
He murmured into her left ear so softly that she felt his breath more than heard him say, “You are too beautiful to not be happy.”
His hands started randomly sliding over her body, as he pressed his chest and pelvis into hers.
Any will she had to resist was being quickly consumed by raw desire…

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They had fucked for two days & two nights straight; it was a blissful, spectacular orgy of young love.  She was leaving for college in six weeks and he was staying behind, entering his senior year in high school.
“No regrets!”, was their rule that gorgeous summer.  Everyday seemed to be sunny, 82 degrees with a mild breeze.
They would make love on the patio in the sun, as no one else was around the cabin.
It overlooked a lake that had only a few other dwellings on its shores. Everyone minded their own business.
At midnight they would drift out into the middle of the lake on an inner tube, and become one with nature by making love under the moon & stars.
Then, they would climb up to the roof with a sleeping bag; caressing & fucking, until they fell asleep until morning.
Right now they both lay naked in the afternoon sun, melting the tan lines away from their lithe & athletic bodies.
He especially loved watching her flesh brown in the sun.
A breeze from the lake kicked up and sent a waft of aroma from her pussy to his nostrils.
He breathed it fully & deeply, and was instantly hard again.
He looked at her with unlimited passion as he contemplated how her wanted to take her.
She was half-asleep, hypnotized by the warmth of the sun and glowing in her radiance.
He eased on top of her, and she began to awake only when he started teasing her nipples with his tongue while rubbing the head of his cock gently into her pussy.
She smiled at him in her sun daze, and then pulled him in with voluptuous rapture…

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The artist shook his head and prepared for the worst as he packed his guitar into the trunk and headed to the Shithole.
That wasn’t the actual name of the club he was playing, but it would have been appropriate.
The place was beyond bad, and should have been closed down by the Health Department a long time ago, but that’s how it goes in the backwoods.
It was the type of place where most patrons are alcoholics or potheads, with many missing their teeth.  There were never any attractive women in there.
Cigarette smoke was a permanent feature along with skunked Budweiser, making it a favorite biker hangout.
The music at the Shithole is, of course classic rock, which means any kind of artist doesn’t really belong there; but since he was asked to play a few songs by a friend who books the place, he felt obliged.
Now the day had come and he regretted saying yes, envisioning the usual disrespect he was going to have to put up with from the classic-rock die-hards.
“I need to make something happen, otherwise this is a waste of time”, he fumed to himself on the road.
His friend was cool, an ace guitarist who could also play bass.  There was no need for that today, as the semi-regular bass player was there, at least in body.
A fair description of the bass guy would be to say that he had pro talent, but was a complete fuck-up–a burnt-out veteran of the 1980’s heavy metal wars.
The drummer was a friendly guy who smoked & drank too much. He kept the beat solid as long as he was provided a good groove, and that’s all that mattered.
The set began and the place immediately came alive, in a completely different way from the other performers in the club.
Instead of stale covers, it was original rock that actually excited the crowd.
At the second chorus of the first song, a strikingly pretty late-20’s blonde in a slinky blue dress begins to shake her stuff in front of the artist.
The combination of both sexes commanding the situation attracted everyone’s attention, and the entire set was a huge party for the performers and the audience.
After the set and a few games of pool, the artist & the chanteuse ducked out the back…

Girl Model (2011): A Film Interpretation

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RS: guitar loop, vocals
Tomp: drums
Jessica Daumen: violin

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Russian Talent Audition in Girl Model (2011)

This deeply disturbing film has been described as unflinching. That isn’t entirely true. If filmmakers David Redmon & Ashley Sabin hadn’t used a light touch, leaving it to the viewers to read between the lines; and if they hadn’t repeatedly intervened on a young girl’s behalf, this film would be too horrible to watch. This documentary brings its audience to the edge, where innocence ends and prostitution/pornography begins. This is the world of human trafficking, under the pseudo-legal guise of the modeling & fashion industry. Girl Model is an unforgettable look at the catastrophic consequences of modern global capitalism; boldly documenting a misanthropic world-wide industry, that is hopelessly beyond any nationalist reform measures.

“Top models are not only beautiful & charming, but also rich!”   –Anonymous model-casting emcee

The star and inspiration behind this searing expose’ is Ashley Arbaugh, one of the film’s tragic heroines.  Arbaugh approached filmmakers David Redmon & Ashley Sabin with the idea in 2008, and supplied personal archive footage dating back to her modeling career ‘birth’ in Japan, 1998. Girl Model took extraordinary vision and courage on everyone’s part to make.  In it, Ashley Arbaugh brings the filmmakers up-close-and-personal to several of the girl-modeling industry’s leading figures. The camera points at them, in live settings, and we get to hear the private thoughts of industry veterans and young aspiring models. Hard questions and hard truths are often evaded, deflected, rationalized, and justified; all in the pursuit of money. It is cruel & ugly portrait.

Arbaugh’s personal accounts, both now and in her past, are riveting in their intensity and distorted beauty. Her personal style is subtle elegance and she is fascinating & beautiful, whether it is back in 1998, or in the present. She is afflicted with multiple psychological disorders.  Not coincidentally, she is also an industry-respected expert on beauty.

In the film, Ashley Arbaugh is introduced as a ‘model scout’. She does this to avoid her modeling ‘death’, the point in every model’s career where they are no longer desirable for fashion advertising, due to their age.  As a scout, she now gets to pick the models, giving her a measure of control, which is as much a relief as it is enjoyable to her.

Ashley remembers hating her model ‘birth’ fifteen years earlier, often asking herself such questions as:

“Why am I doing this?”
“When can I go home?”
“What am I really going to do with my life?”

She describes being depressed, some days not even getting out of bed.

Ashley Arbaugh

In the film, she has been contracted by the girl-modeling industry’s biggest entrepreneur Tigran, to deliver beautiful, innocent-looking 13-year old girls to Japan.  As her train rolls through the Siberian night, Ashley admits she has no job description, and that basically she can use any means necessary, with all expenses paid. She does this with the lying promise of a modeling career that pays thousands of U.S. dollars, where success always happens, and nobody ever goes into debt.

Tigran introduces himself as a modern-day biblical Noah, which just happens to be the name of his modeling agency. Tigran claims to envy Arbaugh as she boards the Trans-Siberian Railway to begin her assignment. These young girls are sought out in the poorest & most isolated parts of the world, and will have no chance against Ashley’s experience & smile, along with the industry machinery behind her. Tigran is too successful & too old for the train rides now, but he has fond memories of the back-and-forth motion, the young girls, and the toilet room.

Nadya, from a poor village in Siberia is one girl Ashley picks out. Her apparent new-found success has given her struggling family great hope.  Her father has plans to expand their meagre house, on the earnings Nadya will make as a model in Japan.  Nadya’s mother is unable to express any of her real worries & fears to her daughter, at any point in the film.  Thus, Nadya is lured to Japan unable to speak or understand the language, or even know where she is geographically on a map.  This metaphor of losing oneself, is strikingly drawn out later by the filmmakers.

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In fact there are no modeling jobs available for “fresh faces” such as Nadya, because she has “no experience.”  These young girls, specifically sought out for their innocence of look, are set up for rejection at casting after casting, with reasons such as, “I’m looking for a more cool & stylish type.”
Of course everyone knows that no 13-year old could possibly be “cool & stylish” by mainstream fashion standards. The whole premise of the castings become absurd.

At Tigran’s casting, the girls hold up cards for the video camera that have their age, measurements, and a line for some that reads, “No style”.  He appears to be insidiously laughing at these naive waifs. These photos & videos are widely distributed to those who are interested in thirteen-year old girls.

Ashley Arbaugh discusses the industry-wide obsession with youth, conceding its beautiful qualities, but finishing with this exasperation: “You can’t be young enough!”
She describes looking deep into a young girl’s eyes; to see her innocence, age, and experience.  Ashley’s presence as a woman gives her valuable credibility with the girls, most of whom have heard whispers of corruption in modeling. Her job is reassure and to lie to them. It is the only way she can be successful in her business. It is understood if she doesn’t deliver the girls, she will be replaced with someone who does.

The young girls in the film are flown alone to Tokyo, and intentionally not provided with basic & affordable modern necessities, such as a phone to call home.  The idea of these agencies is to cut the young girls off from their support, meaning their family & friends; so they fall into a state of desperation & hopelessness, which makes them vulnerable to accept prostitution as a career. They are constantly being victimized, driven to tears and emotional breakdowns.  Nadya & her roommate Madlen (also age 13), receive only the barest minimum living assistance from their contracted modeling agency.  They are charged living and transportation expenses, as they are shuffled from casting to casting, almost always leaving without a job.  Nefariously, the agency has “day-to-day” contract clauses that allow them to terminate for: weight gain of 1cm in the chest, waist, and/or hips; sun exposure; swimming; changing hairstyle; etc…

Madlen is introduced, with Nadya observing her on a cell phone speaking to her mother. She is describing how she wasn’t picked up at the airport; not knowing where to go or whom to call.  Nadya eavesdrops with great interest and uneasiness, as she is reminded of what happened to her earlier in the film, when she arrived in Tokyo.  It wasn’t an innocent mistake on the agency’s part; nobody who signs a girl-modeling contract, ever gets picked up at the airport!

Ashley phones Tigran; she’s booked 6-7 girls, out of 30.  She gets a commission on each girl.
Here are a few of her thoughts as the train rolls into the night:

“The business of modeling is not something I’m passionate about.”
“It’s based on nothing.”
“I never like to think of myself as an ex-model.”
“I’m having a hard time remembering my first flight to Japan. I remember walking into my agency and meeting Masako, my booker.” [she then winces and looks away]

The “booker” who receives the models in this film, is introduced as Messiah.  He immediately appears uncomfortable & agitated on camera.  Ashley gets a commission from him, too.
Arbaugh succinctly describes him: “Messiah is 40, and the girls are 13. Messiah owns Switch [Modelling Agency]… He loves models.”
[her face winces to tighten her smile, as she looks away, to mask a painful truth she can’t express]
This truth is: It is the profound mental sickness of wealthy & powerful males around the world that create this black market, to which she is catering.

There is a cutaway, to mass photocopying of Nadya & Madlen pictures w/ info.  The girls have no idea who sees these pictures. Madlen vents her frustration in the car, “[We have] many, many questions, but they don’t answer…Disgusting.”

Rachel, a 23-year old model with 5 years experience, explains the realities of modeling very clearly:

“A lot of the time you don’t know where your pictures go.  They are sold by the agency to a magazine, and the models are kept in the dark, so the agencies don’t have to pay them. You have to really be on top of everything, and at 13-years old she won’t be.  She’ll be like. ‘OMG, I’m going to Japan! I have all these jobs booked! I’ll make all that money each week!’; but they don’t know, they are not getting those jobs”, adding sadly, “They’ll just take advantage of her.”

Ashley in Japan, 1998, at age 18:

“This whole place is hurting me too much. Even if I do 10 jobs in the next two weeks, there won’t be any money for me by the time I cover my expenses!”

These home-video scenes where she films herself, are among the film’s most powerful and haunting sequences.  The viewer is to reasonably presume she is drug-addicted at this point, therefore it becomes necessary to understand why? Perhaps it is because she is an 18-year old girl being overworked, underpaid, and generally exploited; in a business with dehumanized working conditions such as forced prostitution & anorexic weight standards, as the industry norm.

The viewer can see, hear & feel the mental illness & insanity creeping in on her.

“I don’t even like looking at the magazines, I mean I do, but it’s all the same stuff, all the time.”
“Anyone who does it [modeling], must be an idiot”

The sequence then skips ahead to a disturbing discussion she’s having with a female friend:

Friend: “Girl, what happened to you in Tokyo? What’s this ‘twister taking you away?'”
Ashley:  [disturbing Joker-like smile into the camera]
Friend: “Is it really worth it?”
Ashley: [turns her head sideways to the camera, widens her eyes and raises her eyebrows in affirmation]

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Ashley’s favorite spot in her present Connecticut home is in her bathroom, where she has a hidden compartment of chopped-up photographs.  There are also pictures she took of other people, under tables; feet & hand gestures, without their knowledge.  This becomes a parallel to the girl-models, who don’t know where their photos end up.

[Ashley holding horizontally cut-up model photos, trying to match the legs with the bodies again]
“Hey, does that work?.. That works!.. Doesn’t it?.. Oh no, it doesn’t work… Wait…it almost works!…This is the same bathing suit… that fits that… it just doesn’t… if I had it on a tripod…”
What we witness on film, is a breakdown of healthy proportion-recognition and pattern juxtaposition; a common symptom of Anorexia Nervosa.

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Madlen: [crying into the phone to her mother] “I wish I had stayed home!”
Nadya: [crying into the phone to her mother] “I just want to endure this, and get back home!”

Madlen starts eating again, and is soon sent home due to weight gain.  She owes Switch Modelling Agency, thousands of dollars for her expenses.
Nadya convinces herself it’s not so bad, and carries on.  The film ends informing the viewer that she was sent to China & Taiwan, and is still in debt.

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Ashley Tokyo 1999:
“I’m so obsessed over money…A lot of times when I’m modeling, I get so scared…A lot of things that I have done, that are so bad, and I try to play it off like I’m so good…Maybe I’m really not good at all.”

Ashley in the present:
“I really do care about them, but I don’t feel inspired to tell these girls some big truth, about how this amazing business is going to fulfill them, and change their lives forever..”
“[It’s a] very tough business.” [more wincing]

She describes how girl-models are led into prostitution:
“They’re selling their bodies to the camera, so therefore they can rationalize selling themselves to men if they can’t get modeling work.”
“Some models present themselves sexually in their photos. They get placed with modeling agencies, but they get placed in other places too.”
“It’s just normal to be a prostitute…for them…maybe it’s easier than being a model.”
“In a lot of countries, prostitution isn’t a bad thing.”
“I don’t really acknowledge it exists.”

The filmmakers attempt to interview Messiah from the back seat, while he is driving through Tokyo:

Interviewer: If Tigran [Noah] and you [Switch] and Ashley are making money, why aren’t the girls getting paid?
Messiah: We can’t make money from new models. They need more pictures and experience…
Interviewer: So why do you bring them in?
Messiah: Hmmm…the client…they need new pictures. They don’t have enough pictures, right?

Just replace ‘client’ with ‘johns’, and ‘pictures’ with ‘young prostitutes’; and it makes sense.

That is the last we hear from Messiah in the film.

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Nadya’s ‘DVD Casting for Clients’ is briefly shown near the end.  She is dressed in adult clothes and make-up, in a way that can best be described as sick.  Veteran model Rachel’s earlier words seem to linger, “If you use a 13-14 year-old girl, you did not want the shape of a woman, really.”

When Nadya finally finds her picture in a magazine, she’s wearing a large hat over her half her face. Only her mouth is visible.
She softly bemoans, “I can’t see what’s happening.”

Everyone who is making money in this film is a psychological manipulator personality. They all also suffer from powerful addictions, with severe personality disorders.
The rub comes when you ask yourself, “Is this true in other, or possibly all, big industries?”
A serious answer is revolutionary.

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Ashley in the present: “I’d be happy to be 4 months pregnant, but this thing is growing inside of me, for no reason.”

“This thing” is a 15-cm fibroid tumor, an ovarian cyst; an ectopic pregnancy she will have surgically removed from her abdomen. We get to see photos, specimen bags, and the incision scar.

Ashley describes it post-operatively as, “a cyst full of hair…the doctor said he had never seen one with so much hair. So disgusting, OMG!; my egg splitting on its own.”

She then affirms, “I want a baby. I have these organs, it’s what I was born to do.”

Instead Ashley’s life only allows her the baby dolls she purchased years ago at a dollar store, which she keeps under her bed.
She has a boy & a girl.
She tells us she had three, but she dissected one.

This film is where beauty & tragedy collide.

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Ric Size Candid Interview

September 24, 2012

Interviewer: “You’re toolin’ down a desert highway on your way to Las Vegas in a convertible Cadillac El Dorado. What would be the ultimate song playing in the background?

Ric Size: Is this a “Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas” question? Do I also have to be completely whacked out of my mind on drugs at the time, like Johnny Depp? Tom Pearce loaned me that movie once and I think I made it about one third through, before giving up.

Music for the desert Southwest would be Captain Beefheart “Trout Mask Replica”, which has an earthy quality to its music. It would fit the scenery nicely.

Boiling it down to one song is tough for me, as it is a long trip through the desert, and I would hate to be limited to deciding on one song. To me it would be like saying: what is your favorite part of sex?, and then limiting yourself to just that part. I love foreplay; I love penetration; I love playfulness; I love intimacy; I love the orgasm; I love whatever comes after. I wouldn’t want to have to make a choice, because the entire experience is what it is all about.

The same idea relates to music. I’m a complete artist. I like to think of songs as they relate to each other, and create an ongoing narrative where the whole album is greater than the sum of its songs. To me, it is what separates a great album from a good batch of songs. Do you understand what I mean?

One last request: Can I get a more reliable and fuel-efficient car, than a Cadillac El Dorado?

Interviewer: Oh my…I’m so very grateful this interview is of the cyber variety. Had it been in person you would have witnessed a confident, sophisticated woman revert back to a gawky 16-year old high school girl, with disproportionately long, lanky legs; giggling and stuttering through the rest of the interview. You would have heard me ask you for a glass of water, to dampen the heat radiating from my entire body, courtesy of the sunburn I just received, among other reasons. I’m quite certain I would have begun fanning myself with my notebook and giggling. Internal panic would hit a fever pitch as I tried to remember what the fuck my original question was; let alone if you answered it or not. Sexual conversation with rock-stars does that to me….apparently.

Do I have another question for you? Absolutely. First, however, this girl needs to take a deep breath, change her clothes, and get back to that confident, sophisticated woman….who, by the way, has grown nicely into those long legs of hers……

RS: Take all the time you need.

October 1, 2012

Int: When did Ric Size come to fruition?

RS: I guess it’s happening now. It still hasn’t really happened in a global sense, so that’s what I’m working on. It’s a grind, but I’m not going to stop until everyone respects the music and the message. That’s the goal every musician/artist should have for themselves when they go into this.

Everything I’m doing now is an expression of a lifetime’s hard work. There’s a lot of thought & maturity to the music, which only sweat & experience can bring. Listen to the songs.

As far as my style goes, I’m with the working class. I prefer to be comfortable and real. The delivery of the songs on Magnified is straightforward for a reason, which is: now is the time for clarity and honesty. The lyrics themselves range from playful to deadly serious. I try to make each song its own piece, while weaving it into an album that makes sense from start to finish.

Each song is not for everybody, but I have at least one song for everybody on that record. Understood? It really depends on how passionate you are about music. I remember the first time I heard rock & roll; and I always love that feeling of hearing a totally fresh, new sound. I remember the first I heard the Beatles, “She Loves You”, and just loving that energy.

So I say: Let it blow you away. Let it wash over you. It’s liberating, dangerous, and exciting. That’s how it’s supposed to feel.

I’ve noticed the women like it a lot; strong demographic appeal with women.

That is what great music does. And let’s be clear, we’re talking about all styles of music; world music, classical music, jazz, rock/pop, and anything else you can think of. Any music that is written & performed with passion can do that to you, if you engage it actively and honestly.

The biggest problem over the years, has been finding time to devote to this. It’s another full-time career, and another choice you make in life. Currently my biggest challenge is getting promotion. That will likely be the story of my career in music.

“It’s Pay to Play/ It’s always been that way…”

So I’m on a budget, which means I rely on the cheapest, most effective promotional tool ever invented; which of course, is the Internet. Website, essential. Social Media, essential. Free Downloads, essential. Cool Videos, essential. The music industry and the dinosaurs who populate it, have not truly realized the essential nature of the Internet. It’s how you connect with kids. Having conversations with these industry-types is mostly fruitless. It usually ends up being me, explaining basic concepts to them. It is frustrating being expected to put up with incompetence, simply because the industry is so degenerated. That’s the excuse they’ll give you, after you’ve paid them. Setting quick limits, so they don’t drain your reserves is the only way you can approach them. I honestly don’t think I will be able to work with the music industry, ever. It’s just too corrupt at this point.

What a Facebook Fan page is about is low-cost, high-quality, consistent promotion. When an artist can not find a suitable venue to perform, mostly due to that fact there are not many suitable venues anymore, with this permanently depressed economy; the artist still has to find a way to promote the art to the world. A serious artist can not quit. All obstacles must be successfully navigated.

Social media allows instant, and varying levels of contact. Today, it is the way to build a fan base for all DIY artists. The ones who are the best at doing everything I’m describing, will be the best artists. Like I said before, that should be everyone’s goal to start. In reality it isn’t. There’s a lot of mediocrity here, just like in everything else.

I’ve been told that true talent, always rises above mediocrity. I’m putting that theory to the test. There are days where I feel like I’m going up against the whole music industry, which I actually am. That’s the grind that wears an artist down, and I ask, “Is it necessary?” It seems ridiculous to me.

Why are we, as a society making it harder for artists to be heard? Or more generally, “Why are we making it so hard on ourselves?” It gets to the point where we have to ask basic questions, and then demand serious action until the issue is completely addressed to the vast majority’s satisfaction.

Here’s a simple, yet serious question: Are we going to globally disarm in the very near future, or are we going mutually annihilate the human race?

Do you ever see such a question even raised anymore? It’s an election year [2012]. It’s a pretty important question to everybody, and the answer is most definitely not clear, so we must discuss it rationally; and then decide in the best interests of everybody, how we are going to achieve a solution to which the vast majority of the human race can agree on. Then we must apply revolutionary action to carry it through.

These are revolutionary ideas, and therefore must be artificially suppressed by the minions of the ruling elite. The ruling class has not one good answer to any serious question today. Serious topics include: inequality, war, global warming, democratic rights, hunger, homelessness, education, health care, etc.

This music seeks to explode through all the rhetoric and nonsense, into the consciousness of 18-30 year olds everywhere. This is the most energetic & revolutionary element of humanity. They will be the ones to carry through an international socialist revolution in permanence. The alternative leads into an abyss of world war & barbarism.

That is the purpose of this art.

October 2, 2012

Int: What did you cook for dinner?

RS: I roasted a chicken with sweet potatoes & broccoli.

Int: Oh my god….you just squarely hit my g-spot.

RS: Is it possible for me to send you one message, without arousing you?

Int: Well, yes. Stop telling me your specific loves about sex, start warming food up in a can, make sure to leave your dirty dishes all over the place, and then tell me about it. That’ll do it.

I’m a woman with a lot of useful life experience behind her, who feels sexier at my age now than I did at 22….and I’m not ashamed to show it or admit it. And I’m part of your fan base. We empowered, sexy women are a strong force……

RS: I love my fan base. It consists of many women like the one you just described.

I’m pretty sexually liberated, also. I know exactly who I am; I try to keep it under control for the most part. It’s the nature of man to send signals to beautiful women. We just want to receive love back, in any way a woman chooses to love. Each woman has their own situation and code of ethics, that makes her unique. I enjoy turning women on just for the sake of them knowing they are being appreciated for their beauty & uniqueness.

Women make life worth living. Without them, I wouldn’t want to be around.