Inside Olivia Sprauer's Hustler Photo Shoot [NSFW]
So let's say you're a twenty-something living in small town Florida, working at a local high school, with two daughters and a husband. Seems like the American dream until you realize you're staring down the long barrel of a life that's been led three gazillion times before.
So it's come to this.
You panic. You probably read Kate Chopin's The Awakening and really get what homegurl was rapping about. Words like "self-actualization" creep into your consciousness.
So you do what any rationale person would do in such a scenario. You take off your clothes; you let strange men photograph you; you get fired from your job; you briefly become an internet pop star; you're photographed some more; you decline a Hustler invitation to do a shoot; you work at a strip club; you finally accept Hustler's invitation, because, it's, duh, like, Hustler; and then you upload said pictures to your Facebook account, because of course.
You are Victoria Valentine James: formerly recognized as Olivia Sprauer. And this is your life.
These are your photographs, and there's, actually, a nice narrative arc to them:
Is that? Could it be?