Jill will be the first to tell you that her story is a sort of artschool cliché. The first thing you should note is that, she’s probably right. A Brooklyn-based artist now, while getting her grad degree, Jill took a leap from nude modeling for art classes to stripping for extra money at a dive bar near her University. The second thing you should note, however, is how that doesn’t really matter. Regardless of the how and why of going into stripping, the stories that she encountered along the way set her apart as an interview subject. They are unique experiences.

The best part of Jill's stories is the dissonance that’s represented on all levels: the highs and the lows, the respectable and the risqué, the hopelessly monogamous men finding a way to relive bachelordom and even the burly carpenter in women’s underwear. When you hear Jill talk about the job that she worked for several years, you hear that dissonance in her descriptions. Her appreciation of a secret new life where she could lie to people without consequence and her inability to really change into someone new. It’s an immersion experience, where she’s never quite fully emerged due to her background and ability to walk out of the strip club and back into a completely different existence. She was able to separate her work and her life in ways that other strippers she worked with didn’t, but on other occasions felt the two collide

Jill will be the first to tell you that her story is a sort of artschool cliché. The first thing you should note is that, she’s probably right. A Brooklyn-based artist now, while getting her grad degree, Jill took a leap from nude modeling for art classes to stripping for extra money at a dive bar near her University. The second thing you should note, however, is how that doesn’t really matter. Regardless of the how and why of going into stripping, the stories that she encountered along the way set her apart as an interview subject. They are unique experiences.

The best part of Jill's stories is the dissonance that’s represented on all levels: the highs and the lows, the respectable and the risqué, the hopelessly monogamous men finding a way to relive bachelordom and even the burly carpenter in women’s underwear. When you hear Jill talk about the job that she worked for several years, you hear that dissonance in her descriptions. Her appreciation of a secret new life where she could lie to people without consequence and her inability to really change into someone new. It’s an immersion experience, where she’s never quite fully emerged due to her background and ability to walk out of the strip club and back into a completely different existence. She was able to separate her work and her life in ways that other strippers she worked with didn’t, but on other occasions felt the two collide