This photograph was one of my early successes on the FIAP competition circuit, winning gold, silver and bronze medals. This came as a bit of a surprise to me as the shoot had verged on disaster. The model, whose name I have forgotten, was from one of the Eastern European countries and had only a very few words of English, so communications were difficult to say the least. She had a repertoire of practised poses which she persisted in adopting, in spite of my repeated cries of, “No, please no.” I guess she was equally frustrated as she watched this septuagenarian capering about trying to emulate the poses I wanted, in a weird geriatric version of charades. How we arrived at this pose, I have no idea. I think I had just given up on trying to establish any kind of connection and was allowing her to do her thing. Turns out she knew best, after all.