It was a moment of insecurity in our shoot. I’d been dressed in black leather and garters, brandishing a big black flogger and trying to look serious for a while and it all kinda fell apart. We were trying to get a shot of me against the leather headboard looking like I owned the place but I just wasn’t channelling the right energy, I couldn’t conjure the right vibe. It didn’t suit my mood, I felt too vulnerable.
This is when a great photographer makes a difference.
"No worries, let’s move on. Why don’t you put on your tutu and jump on the bed?"