I was thinking of getting her Picasso's Rose Period portrait Boy With A Pipe, but when the price went up to $104 million at Sotheby's in New York, I thought, oh well, maybe another time, and sent Vera some flowers instead. Artists always make more money dead than alive, which is a bit worrying.
Me, what have I been doing when I'm not leafing through the newspapers? Yesterday I was evaluating tits and ass in our little artsy loft with room 6 on the door and a glass ceiling that must have the best view of the rain clouds in the city. The girls are always a little afraid when they enter after climbing the steep wooden staircase to the 5th floor, but I try to put them at their ease by telling them to slip out off their clothes. I shoot a couple of Polaroids, then send them home again – you see the photos from today's shoot.
One girl who turned out to be interesting had a background in ballet and gymnastics, and is now a fitness freak. Today a Brazilian model starts a session that will last two or three days. I never know what to expect, but being the eternal optimist, I can just hope it will be something nice!
Variety of shots: