To say this was one of those “Pinch me! Like is this legit happening right now?’ moments, is a slight understatement. Let me take you back 15 years to 12 year old me, a tiny built little thing with one eyebrow and a Kangol beanie on her head, convinced that when she grows up she’ll be the next big model. I know, Like every girl right? I wasn’t exceptionally tall nor did I have those limbs which seemed to go on forever and ever, you know the ones I mean, those limbs that make you look at your own in a completely different light following their encounter. Somehow I actually managed to get myself and my somewhat wide Italian nose onto the books of a London agency, but needless to say even with the monobrow a painful distant memory, I never got booked! Not even for hair work, something which I am able to grow in abundance…everywhere.
So to find myself staying within the streets of luxurious Porto Montenegro, dining 5 star, chauffeured around via speed boat and shooting with a Photographer who regularly shoots for one of my favourite fashion resources, Harper’s Bazaar, really did leave me questioning whether my ability to day dream had truly out-done it’s self this time. But I have the images to prove it, the momentary memories captured for me to look back on in 40 years time and remember how truly wonderful it was that my dream as a child was no where near as amazing as my life turned out to be.