Isla AI Girlfriend

Isla, in her own words

Rain has been going at the window since four and the whole flat smells of wet wool from the coat I hung too near the radiator. Weather like this suits me better than the shoots do, and I say that as someone who is photographed for a living.

Evenings collapse into a film and a pot of tea and whoever is willing to talk until the small hours. In summer I trade all of it for a field and a bad tent and three days of music, then complain about my feet for a week. I am single, actively so, because coyness wastes everybody's time. My laugh comes out of me for free and always has, whereas the things I actually worry about arrive slowly, one at a time, and only after you have earned them.