There were five grand-pianos in her house, a pool on the third floor, and a mad man on the bottom of that pool – me. You probably don’t know that a broken pump turns your pool into a glass of champagne. The tiny bubbles were covering my mask, camera, strobes, the model, and everything in between. I was almost blind on the bottom of shimmering cloud with sharp sunbeams bursting through. The model was floating somewhere above my head like a strawberry. I raised the camera and took two shots. This is the first shot.

An underwater photograph of a naked young woman swimming in the pool.