Hi everyone !
Today I am bringing you another pearl from my casting sessions, Ileana Bernardini @ VIVA. As always, there are only 3 rules to this project: 30 seconds, 2 questions, 0 makeup.
see more pictures of Ileana @ VIVA's website
I have incredibly high expectations for this girl; my bet is that she will be a supermodel before Berlusconi turns his latest underage slut into a TV HOst.
I'm posting two pictures I shot for her portfolio (the color one is actually her comp card) + this short video, which happens to be the very first one I've ever made.
Ileana is so versatile I just want to shoot her over and over again.
For this shot I asked Ileana to stretch like a kitty cat. What more can I say? Meow !
She starts off slow (not a morning person if you ask me: she won't say anything but Nespressoooo What Elseee? until 12,30) but once she gets it going she is going to blow your socks and your hat off.
My argentinian wonder is sexy but very editorial, she is skinny with a perfect bumbum, she is blonde yet not dumb, and she smokes so charmingly I don't even care if shooting this video I got cancer!
My portrait on Ileana's comp card
We recently worked together again for an editorial will be out next month in Milkshake Magazine.
Now, before you think that my life is all about models, parties and champagne, here's what I've been up to lately.
- I accidentally forwarded a virus to a potential client. Me, what a smart ass.
- I visited my boyfriend's family in eastern France, which involved a lot more cheese and red wine than I expected. Gotta update my clichés.
- I ate. I drank. I ate more. I drank more. I tried to decline any additional saturated fat, but granny wouldn't accept any apology.
- I made a huge Tiramisu to get even, but my boyfriend's teenage brother assaulted it at night. I returned to Paris to find my cats too got considerably fatter;
note to self: ask the person who feeds them not to, and possibly chase them around the flat with a taser.
Hold on otno your boots, hon! Don't let your bf wear them!
- My boyfriend bought me a new pair of low boots because he hated my Demonia studded ones - he said I could get into a fight with some punks in his hometown for looking like a nazi.
Now he wants to wear them, and I can't stop him because we are both an EU 40.
Next time I'll ask for some motherf**** Louboutins.
