“I am about life. I surround myself with beautiful things. I work hard to have a better life. This job helps me achieve that through the people I meet. I’m lucky – not to have been a cover girl – but to have been able to meet all these people, to live these adventures and travel so comfortably. But despite that, it’s still difficult. Nothing comes easily. Everything I‘ve earned is down to me, and no one else”.
. . . in between that lost pocket of time — the one just as winter is ending and spring has yet to begin — time stands still, and the world holds its breath, waiting, waiting, for green grass and blossoms on trees, for tulips and daffodils and everything in bloom, and when it does finally happen, everything is awash in a hazy, golden light, and the everything comes alive again . . .