Box Girl

When 22-year-old Lilibet Snellings moved to Los Angeles on a whim she unintentionally became a slash to keep her head above watera writer/waitress/actress/Box Girl. One night each week Lilibet would go to The Standard Hotel in West Hollywood don a pair of white boy shorts with a matching tank touch up her lip gloss and crawl into a giant glass case behind the front desk. There she could do whatever she wantedcheck email catch up on reading even sleepas long as she ignored the many hotel guests who would point and ask the staff Is she allowed to use the bathroom? (Yes.). Dog-paddling through her twenties Snellings resisted financial bailouts (for the most part) from her sweet Southern mother and business-oriented dad while pondering her peculiar position as a human art installation. Was she a piece of art or a piece of ass? Was she allowed to read both Walt Whitman and US Weekly as she lounged in an oversized waterless aquarium behind a hotel concierge desk? From misinterpreting a modeling agency interview as a talent audition to avoiding Bond-girl-style deaths at New Years Eve parties Snellings shares and laughs at her many mishaps while living in LA.