Letting It All Hang Out
(Photo by Tom Kiesche) How much do you show, when do show it, and how do you decide it's right? Well, hell if I know. You have to make that decision, not me. I'd probably pose for Playboy if it meant I could put a down-payment on a house (a nice house), but that's just me. Poverty doesn't agree with me, so, yeah, I have a price. However, I also have some standards. I have a daughter and I have to think: would I want her to do this too someday? There's also the issue of wanting to provide for her and give her a great life--so that line can become very easy to cross, and even easier to justify.
I posed semi-nude for a photographer recently and I had a great time and walked away with some really great pictures. NO, it's not a headshot and I'm still not sure what I'm going to use them for--other than blogging, of course. All I know, is that I wanted to document my body before my ass starts to fall. There's a line in Erin Brockovich to that effect, I think. Now, I don't walk around in Candies (it's a shoe brand name, fellas) and Panties all day long. And I've learned that the suggestion of nudity is more interesting than letting it all hang out. Even skinny-minny models on a catwalk have cellulite here and there (most of them are not very healthy or muscular--so all that stuff on top of their bones is essentially fat.) There are certain parts of the human body best left to the bedroom or the doctor's office.
It's also important to decide before you get on-set or walk into an audition, exactly what you're comfortable showing. Don't make up your mind in the moment or you're liable to cringe upon finding your (insert sexual organ) front and center at the screening--and remember--it's gonna be close to 40 feet wide and about 30 feet high. It really varies from cinema to cinema. But it's gonna be BIG.