An imported Bolognese with an innate "soccia". She only tolerates hours spent at her desk if she can balance them out with high doses of adrenaline: competitive horse riding, surfing, downhill skiing, basically anything that lets her forget you even exist. Every now and then, she vanishes to the other side of the world to shoot photography in spots full of crystal-clear water, sun, and white sand. She always remembers to bring a few handfuls of sand back for us, leaving them in strategic corners of the studio. She doesn't fear death; she fears a sedentary life.