“I’m going to have cheese platter and coffee…
Can we sit outside?” says Lisa walking into the
Flying Fish restaurant and trying to wave hello with
a handful of bags. “We just finished the shoot with
Johan and I had a slice of pizza… but I’m starved.”
She’s wearing dark jeans, red bell-sleeved jacket and
a pair of black stiletto boots. We order coffee and
cheese and mineral water, and sunbathe on the cushions
at the terrace.
Lisa doesn’t look like a business consultant. She is too
young and cheerful. I ask her if she ever has a problem
with her age. “I’m not that young, you know. At 25 my
mom was married, had a child and was expecting another
one. I still have a lot to do to catch up with her. And it’s
funny because different people estimate my age differently,
some think I’m in my 30s and some think I just finished
school. Anyway, age doesn’t give you good justice.