“Artist. Model. Age and power usually separate these roles. Name a model who didn’t get fucked over. I’ll wait"

In 1999, when a formerly unknown painter rockets to overnight fame, it seems like a dream come true. The only problem? The work that everyone loves is a nude of her younger girlfriend, who didn’t explicitly consent to being the subject. As the artist's career skyrockets, the model’s life is left to be defined by someone else's representation of her naked form. Years later, as the artist, the model, and an almost definitely trustworthy museum curator fight for control over the narrative, audiences are left to wonder: who truly deserves the credit, and can we ever be separate from those who care for us?