A woman in red sits reading on a picnic rug.
Will she have to eat all the cakes herself?
What does she keep in her handbag?
What are her secrets?
From small visual cues our imaginations ran riot. Stories, travels, relations. We sent her round the world and back again, writing postcards as she went. I think she is in Australia at the moment; she went on a whim. She’s that type of woman.
Her story flowed like a river and we had a go at getting to the essence. We retold her life in 100,50, 20 words….