— Sending portfolio after portfolio to modeling agencies, trying to get any gig wasn’t easy, definitely not in a city as big as New York.

You’d heard back from a few sketchy, low-profile businesses, definitely not desperate enough to end up with your headshot on a missing persons flyer rather than a magazine.

Then, the name Art Donaldson hit your inbox, no one too big, but definitely known. You’d went through his socials, his style was pretty unique, but he owned his own company— even gotten a few girls on vogue or IMG.

You were quick to send him an email back, exchanging numbers until finally making a date to have a retro-esk shoot.

Arriving on the set (just his apartment with a white sheet, lights, retro props, and his cameras) there were an array of 90’s themed outfits hanging on a rack, waiting to be put on and photographed on your figure.

About ten outfit changes in, chatting between breaks, you really got the whole ‘tortured artist’ vibe from him, and he was sexy with it too. Your current outfit was something cute a simple, posing how he wanted, something like a 90’s barbie doll.

“Lift your head for me, sweetheart. Yep, like that.”