Pity the Nipple...

("Woman #1" by Sarah Bay Williams)

In an amazing collision of art and legislation, Sarah tells me that the models at her life painting classes (here in LA) must now wear pasties (and panties) as a result of new laws designed to prevent actual nudity in strip clubs. I've been waiting for something like this. That unexpected point where the neo-con tentacle touches everyday life in some seemingly innocuous, but, at the same time, disturbingly personal way. The mayor better have a stock pile of pasties on hand, lest there be an outbreak of exposed nipples in homes and locker rooms across the city. In the meantime, might I suggest another model for the class?