When Rachel greeted me when I arrived at the Attenborough Photographic Studio, which was just outside Nottingham, it
never occurred to me that she was the girl that I was going to be photographing.
OK she was pretty and vivacious, but with her untidy
blonde curls, hardly any make-up on, and dressed in a loose top and a pair of old red jeans, I decided that she was probably the receptionist,
or maybe a female chaperone for the models.
She was definitely NOT the sort of girl who looked like she was a glamour
model, so it was quite a shock when she began asking me about what kind of underwear would I like her to wear for the shoot and I realised that she WAS the model.
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