They say in italy, if italians arent talking about calcio (soccer for the non-europeans) then they're praying. So being Sunday we went to church. This church is a special church because my Nonno (dad's dad) helped build the front part of the church when he lived in Italy. Then when he moved to Australia in 1952 to build himself a new life and family he would still send money back, back to Italy, from the little he made to help fund the completion of the church. Which is what stands today.
Apparently the lady who owns 'The Beach House Boutique' found out who I actually was and wanted me to model some of her clothes. So she phoned my publicist to see what she could arrange. The short of it is that I am the new face of 'The Beach House Boutique' for their new summer collection. So the PR machine was cranked up, and arrangements were made for a photo shoot while I was on location in the Bahamas. Dad thought it would be nice, as a father daughter project, if he did the photography and artistic direction for the day. While the notion sounds romantic and wonderful the practicalities of working with my father was far from harmonious. It was a long day to say the least. In the end I just couldn't work with him any longer and stormed home. He was telling me where to stand, how to stand and where to look. Nonsense!
Last day today on the sunny shores of Nassau, The Bahamas as we fly to the sunny shores of London, England (5 degrees celcius apparently). We spent a lovely family day at the exclusive 'Old Fort Bay Club' as guests of Mark and Maxine Hussey. All the photo's are of me of course. I cut out the ones with mum and dad. It is my blog after all
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