As chat-up lines go, "you look like one of those old Renaissance paintings" is still one of the best compliments that has been thrown in my direction over the years and it has happened on multiple occasions. I get called Mona Lisa a lot (which is fine, because us pale, enigmatic queens of the resting bitch face have to stick together) and other times it's just a polite way of saying I've got inches of creamy curves (these hips don't lie). I'd like to say that it speaks volumes about the intellectual level of the men I attract, but I still get more than my fair share of the ones who just shout "BOOBIES!", so I'm covering all bases.
This month's photoshoot is semi-inspired by those high-brow comparisons, as I have turned myself into the living embodiment of a classical Greek statue. With alabaster skin, golden strands in my hair and poses straight out of the Aphrodite handbook, my figure has never been presented so artistically.
I've always said that my bust should be in a museum!