I know that sounds a really naff title for this small introduction to a couple of recent photoshoots, but it is actually relevent. When I were a lad, occasionally there’d be a fair. All I can remember about it is that I never went on any of the rides, there was always dodgy food, sticky sweets, and..... bloody thousands of wasps.
I’m actually allergic to the little bastards now (is there a point to wasps? anyone...? anyone......?) and so is Katerina, the star of the shoot.
Which made for some interesting moments, much flailing around and one or two continuity problems as she ran around, sticky lolly in hand. Naturally she put her beer down next to me, just so I wouldn’t remain a bystander. Pretty soon I was running around flailing and squeaking like a girl too. When I found a wasp on the other side of the fishburger (did I mention the food?) that my teeth were currently stuck in, I called it a day and left the meal on the table. When the hornet came out of the woods and settled on the beer, I felt it was time to leave the table completely. Oh, are we shooting again? How convenient.
Actually though I say Katerina was the star of the shoot, she was given a good run for her money by her co-star.
The strong, silent (plastic) type, I did the whole shoot without ever knowing his name. It's one of those things; after more than a few minutes, it’s actually too embarrassing to ask. Always note everyone’s name at the beginning of the shoot. What a dummy.
Enough. The album of stills is on the left - ‘Matteo’s Shoot’. Just another classic tale of a woman and her man(ikin). 
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