Express yourself

Your soft lips are good to taste

Your touch on my back so tender

Such comfort in your gentle eyes

To you I surrender

You quiver with desire

This moment satisfies

(Photographer: Mikael Wardana; Hair: Carl Reeves)

Roadtrip to Budapest

After driving across five countries in nine hours, I'm finally feeling like a traveller in Europe. My eyes are wide open I feel free at this moment. I am in control of my own destiny and if I want to hop on a flight to Milan tomorrow, that's what I'll do.

Of course, this whole trip wouldn't have happened if it weren't for two factors:

1. I have an amazing and generous friend living in Berlin that happens to be dating a high profile dj that had a gig in Budapest.

2. The volcanoes in Iceland errupted creating a cloud of ash that swept over Europe causing 800+ flights to be cancelled.

So off I go to join Matt and Alison on a spontaneous road trip from Berlin to Budapest in a hire car.

I spend Saturday sight-seeing and drinking lattes at fancy cafes. I'm in awe of Budapest's architecture and scenery. Every corner I turn is a brand new visual delight and I'm afraid my camera battery won't hold out long enough.

Saturday night we see Matt play his gig and are treated like VIPs with a complimentary bottle of vodka... a dangerous spirit! I'll say no more of this night, mainly because I can't remember much of it!

Sunday we have a long drive ahead of us, but we're in no rush so we take our time to enjoy it...

Breakfast in Budapest, coffee in Slovenia, lunch in Vienna and an amazing dinner in Prague with a breathtaking view of the river.

Ahh, I love Europe!

(PS The photo below is not the breathtaking view i'm speaking of. Unfortunately my camera battery did run out at this point.)

Only in Berlin!

Paul’s words of wisdom – “If there are too many struggles preventing you from getting somewhere, it usually means you’re not supposed to be there.”

I get a phone call… it’s from the photographer I’m testing with today to hold off from coming as the team are stuck somewhere and running late. When she calls back we attempt to make our way over to the other side of the city by train. We wait half an hour and still no train so decide to find another way.

Four trams and a hell of a lot of walking, we arrive to a park in the dodgy side of the city to see two models, a makeup artist and a photographer taking shots next to a pond. It is freezing cold and the models are wearing fluro tights. One is wearing a green tutu that comes to her knees and the other is wearing a leotard. This is an experimental shoot gone wrong. The photographer tells us the reason for the train delay is because there was a WW2 bomb found at one of the stations and that it is now too late to shoot me. Only in Berlin!

We wander around a bit checking out old buildings and shops until I remember a life drawing class that was supposed to be held in a café somewhere. There are so many free creative classes and exhibitions here, which is great if you’re a poor traveller with a taste for the arts.

We find a net café and look it up but there is no info on the class so we decide to walk there... Two inches doesn’t look far on the map! Two hours later and we still haven’t found it and Paul is well and truly over my complaining about sore feet in heels.

When we arrive there is no drawing classes. People are so laid back here that nothing planned is set in stone. The teacher didn’t feel like coming so no class, simple. Only in Berlin!

What we do discover is a really cool little Spanish café with red velvet curtains, comfy couches and my new favourite drink – warm red wine with fruit and spices, similar to sangria. Paul also draws inspiration for his next shoot.

Our hungry bellies lead us to our next destination - a little sushi restaurant around the corner. As we walk in we notice there is no customers in the restaurant and the chef and waiter are out the back with the footy up loud. Paul has a rule that he never goes into an empty restaurant but we are so exhausted from all the walking that we take a seat anyway. I also have a rule if the service is bad before I order, I walk out. Neither of us listened to our intuition and paid a huge consequence for it...

We don't get any acknowledgement for 20 mins. After unsuccessfully asking the angry waiter to translate the menu to English, I give in and point to an item on the menu. My entree is a tofu and seaweed soup and Paul's is two spring rolls: black on the outside, cold in the middle. He refuses to eat them so the waiter snatches the plate out of his hands and storms off.

Paul's main arrives and his beef noodle soup is actually chicken. Mine is a strange tasting salmon roll. I need more than this so I ask what an item on the menu is. I want to find a safe option to fill my belly and you can't go wrong with a cucumber roll. The waiter cracks it with me for asking him to translate again and grabs an English menu. This would have been handy an hour ago!

The waiter brings the bill, spring rolls included. This is how the conversation unfolded...

Paul: I'm sorry but I'm not paying for the spring rolls. I didn't eat them.

Waiter: You pay!

Paul: No, sorry. The spring rolls were yuck. I didn't eat them, I'm not paying.

Waiter: You pay!

Paul: No, spring rolls were disgusting. They were blugh! (gesturing vomiting) I'm not paying.

Waiter: Not blugh! You pay! You pay! Not blugh! (waiter pushes Paul's shoulder)

Paul: (standing up) Don't touch me. I'm not paying for this crap.

Waiter: (grabbing phone) I call the police. You stay!

Paul and I: Please, yes. Call the police.

Waiter: I call the police! I call the police! (waiter is holding the phone but doesn't dial)

Paul: (throwing money onto the table) This is what I'm paying for the meal. We're going.

Waiter: (running to the door) You pay! I call the police! (waiter locks the door)

Paul and I then walk over to the door, unlock it and start to leave.

The waiter runs to the kitchen and grabs a big chef's knife. Paul holds the door shut behind him while the waiter is trying to push it open.

Paul: (to me) He has a knife. Run.

The waiter backs away as I'm down the street so Paul joins me. We are halfway down the street when we see the waiter coming up behind us with a rusty looking axe! We turn around frozen then start walking backwards, not wanting to take our eyes off him. He starts walking towards me and gets close, but then starts shaking his head and points to Paul.

Waiter: I want him!

The waiter then starts walking towards Paul. Paul's eyes are wide and he starts backing away. He backs into some bar chairs and falls over. The crazy asian waiter hovers over him then walks off as people start walking out of the bar to see what the commotion is. We walk off in the opposite direction and back to the little Spanish bar for some strong shots of absinth.

Only in Berlin!

First Job in Germany

My first job in Germany has finally come! I'm flying to a place within Germany, called Dusseldorf for a hair shoot.

After a two hour flight to Dusseldorf I arrive to meet a charming old German guy with a leather jacket called Rainer. We drive 1 hour in his taxi listening to old school rock while we exchange stories about our home and passions. I’m surprised to learn that he has a passion for motorbikes and rides his Yamaha 260km/hr down the highway!

We arrive to a place called Aachen, only pronounced correctly if you’re when coughing up phlegm. Rainer tells me this was the home of a 13^th Century ruler of all of Europe; King of all Kings. When I arrive to my hotel after getting a colour through my hair I feel nothing short of royalty. The Pullman Hotel looks like an 18^th century palace. The white pillars are illuminated and the doors open automatically on arrival to make me feel like a princess. I’m in awe of the marble floors and detailed ceilings and the friendly service is like icing on the cake. I will sleep like a baby tonight.

Shoot day the following day and arrive at the studio at 8am to get into hair and makeup. The team are running around getting models ready. I sit in my chair and wait... and wait... and wait. Wait for the hair team to decide what they want, wait for the foils to set, wait for my hair to be styled, wait for my makeup to be applied, wait for my turn to shoot. Luckily for me I love reading.

Part of being a good model is practicing extreme patience with a smile. I've had to stay in the one position for hours without moving a muscle to ensure a single hair wouldn't move out of place. The urge to jump around the room to something like 'Dancing Shoes' by Artic Monkeys can be overwhelming sometimes.

Ten hours and half a book later the shoot is wrapped and I'm on my way back to my temporary home in Berlin. The shoot is a success, which means the client is satisfied. Happy days! Keep posted for the photos...