Mansur

I met Mansur two years ago in Berlin when I was searching for an actor for a short film. The role required nudity and, even though we didn’t know each other, he trusted me and didn’t have a problem getting naked. Mansur has deep dark eyes, a body that’s perfectly imperfect and lots of hair that’s in all the right places. He’s also extremely funny and totally unpretentious. I had dragged my Hasselblad with me when I visited him last December. We spent an afternoon taking photos and catching up. It was Mansur’s idea to get naked. Well, it was my idea, too, but he was the one who actually suggested it. Afterwards we walked in the snow to a Christmas market where we ate currywurst and gossiped like two little school girls.