At 8am in the morning, the luscious Etoile, Burlesque dancer and Dance Instructor, drove up with her boyfriend in two old Citroens (a 2CV and my alltime favourite car, a DS19) to whisk me away down the coast. A quick stop for coffees and plan making en route to the beaches along the bay.
Sea air, Cheese and Salad Sandwiches, a confident model who works with you like Maple Syrup with Walnuts and rickety rackety jazz playing out of the car radio.
This is the kind of stuff that makes a job just bloody wonderful.
She’s performing a solo show at the Melbourne Fringe Festival, you should totes go and check her out. She’s a total babe.
