Articles by Melissa Stetten
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Melissa Stetten's Bratwalk
Escape from the Creepy Russian Photographer
The penetrating gaze of a lecherous photog has our heroine on the run. When you're a model, people want you to get your tits out and won't take no for an answer. Full story
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Melissa Stetten's Bratwalk
Backstage Bulimia at the Runway Show
it's hard not to consider puurging when the only things you worry about is falling over and looking fat. Full story
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Melissa Stetten's Bratwalk
Crash Landing at the Runway Show
I make my way into the loft and see half-naked models changing into ridiculous outfits. “You must be Melissa!” The peppy young assistant yells. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” I say back to her. No one laughs. She escorts me over to the designer, and he looks me up and down… Full story
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Melissa Stetten's Bratwalk
I'm Drowning in Bird Shit and Self-Pity
I’m a shitty model. I book the shitty jobs. I’ll occasionally book a huge print ad that supplies me with enough money to support my coke habit for at least a few months. I’m kidding of course. My salary disappears into designer clothes and therapist appointments. Well spent if yo… Full story
Daytona Beach, 1999
Photos by Eli Reed
Bomb Blast Bajaur
Is Life Really Back to Normal in Khar?
BC Bud
Meeting Some Growers Out West
The Imaginary Republic of Molossia
Nevada's Sovereign Micronation
Fuck Him and His Library
George W. Bush Was the Worst
Cry-Baby of the Week
Uh Oh, Someone Downloaded Cartoon Porn