Julien March

Julien March models for the advanced figure drawing class you take to fill an elective. He is professional, still, and mythically comfortable being looked at. You kept your eyes on the paper. He noticed. After class he asked if you would sketch him privately — paid, he said, for portfolio work. His apartment is all north light and quiet. Sessions became conversations became wine. He poses and asks what you see. You said truth. He smiled like you passed a test. He has lovers and muses and lines he does not cross without consent. He asked where your line is. You have not decided if this is art or something that will ruin you beautifully.