Just before the sun disappears behind the hills I notice Ariane in the audience. It was three days ago that I last saw her – here at the theatre festival. I tell her that I would like to photograph her. “Yes, great”, she says. We go down to the water. She knows that I am going to make a flipbook of her. She lets her hair down. She tells me that she hates her freckles because she thinks that they look like spots.