Mouth closed. Chin down. And think of something smouldery.’ In a Stoke Newington photo studio, model of the moment Alva Claire is giving me a one-to-one ‘smoulder session’. If you know who she is, you’ll understand that is a bit like getting Sergei Rachmaninov to listen to your best ‘Chopsticks’. And if you don’t know, just look at the photographs here. She’s undeniably hot stuff, hot property, a pure smokeshow. ‘That’s it. You’ve got it!’ she says sweetly as I squint awkwardly. Hardly, but bless her.
Appearance was never the focal point of who I was, it was always about what I had to say
