Selma's House

If you have been keeping up to date with our blog you might remember me mentioning a photoshoot we did in Selma's house. The developing has taken a while as I waited to get them done by my trusty guy in Brighton. I am really exctied by the results and the project has sparked of loads of new ideas for films and other shoots. Before you see the photos, let me tell you the story:

On our travels, we stopped in Sarajevo for the night and found ourselves staying in a wonderful treasure chest. The woman who rented us the room (for something like £10 for all of us) opened the door wearing a full maroon, velour tracksuit. She was smoking a long straight and had dark-red hair. Her low, husky voice was undoubtedly a tribute to a lifetime of chain smoking- overall, Bosnia's answer to Dot Cotton. She showed us the room and Anna and I looked at each other in disbelief. Project. Half an hour later she told us she was going out to a local festival with her friends. In a short conversation with much sign language and guide-referring she told us to make ourselves at home. That we did, wearing her clothes and accessories in her kitsch playground of a home. She arrived back and came into the room to give us more sheets just after we had finished putting everything back in its place. Annie, Danni and Anna ran into the shower/loo and hid there giggling whilst I stood there in a skimpy, gold swimsuit pretending we were getting ready to go out. Part of us felt terrible as she was so lovely but the other part thought that if she had known about it, she may well have got involved! This is the (tame part of the) tale we (just) lived to tell...