|I think this stripclub owner was just trying out a loophole although it is a pretty good idea. At Art School we had a lot of models who weren't really physically fit. I wonder how they'd feel if I turned up at Spearmint Rhinos with a sketchpad ?|
Surprisingly, I can answer that question. Several years back, a friend of mine was having a traditional bachelor party at a downtown strip club. I thought to myself, why waste the opportunity, so I brought my sketch pad. When I got to the door, I asked the bouncer if it was it was okay. He told me if anyone complains, I had to put it away. I really did not have a problem with that, so I followed my friends inside.
Naturally they were making a lot of noise and started drinking. Since I don't drink (thus making me everyone's ride home), I found myself looking for something else to when one of the drinking games got started. I asked for one of the dancers to come over, paid for a table dance, and asked her to sit still. When the time was up, she asked for the picture, and I gave it to her. That was the last thing I paid for that evening.
Now before you start thinking that I am some wonderful artist, I must let you know that my speed sketching skills suck. One of the reasons I have never been able to do artwork at a professional level is because I am to freaking slow. Additionally, that was some of the worst conditions to draw in. The place was to dark, and lights were flashing from every direction. I was feeling lucky if I got something that looked like the person sitting in front of me.
I must have produced something she liked because she showed her coworkers, and we began having dancers ask if the artist was at this table. I was getting more attention than my friend that was getting married. My friends didn't seem to mind, it just became part of the party. I think they liked the fact that girls were fighting to get to our table, and I admit that my ego swelled a little that night as well.
The next day, my arm cramped so bad that I could not pick up a pencil. It had been, and still is, the most work that I have ever put out at one time. I can't say that any of it was any good because the conditions were terrible. However, if you are depressed about your artwork and want an appreciative audience, a strip bar might be the place to go.
Hey, weird things happen to me.