Somewhere in the midst of all of this is a Chelsea-like gallery, small like our apartment, but showing much promise. The owner is a woman close to my age who is already well known to the art and fashion worlds. And though she is a stranger to me, the photos on her four white walls change me forever.
I OBVIOUSLY am not all, "Don't I look like Kate Moss?" I posed like this to get a good photo for this story for Jane goddamn Pratt who demands such annoying craziness, endlessly. Also, I took it on no sleep at 6:30 AM and that's not lipstick on my face again, it's acne, so fuck off.
Madison Young, national treasure, opens up about being sex positive, knowing your body, misconceptions about bdsm, sexuality during pregnancy, not projecting heteronormative roles on children and more.