HerMusee
In film, there are no small details. I always knew that. I noticed everything - a glance, a movement of a hand, the way hair fell. But I didn't notice how she became a part of my life.
A woman who, without even knowing me, asked: "Is Charlize normal?" I didn't even know her yet, and she already had the audacity to ask such a thing.
Back then, I didn't yet know that I would be waiting not only for the start of the shooting day, but also for the moment when a blonde with a calm gaze, a cup of coffee in her hands, and a cigarette between her teeth would walk through the door of my trailer.