Trade 57 | Manuela Consoli

On the first evening we managed some parkour photos in the setting sun as Manuela, originally from Italy, bounded, leaped and climbed around what she could find as we strolled around. However, the next idea was some form of dancing and the weather wasn't looking good for the week. "Why don't we just embrace it and dance in the rain instead?" I suggested. Manuela lit up "I know who will be up for this from my salsa class". When the evening came it wasn't even raining but we'd committed and Geneva is home to the Jet d'Eau, a 140m fountain that was more than sufficient to replace rain.

I can’t feel my feet

It wasn't just sufficient in the end - it was far harsher than rain. The three of us were soaking/freezing within seconds (I had expected to stay out of it and photograph inwards but changing wind directions had other ideas). Maybe not quite the idealistic dancing in the rain in reality but we were very pleased seeing the resulting handful of images where their expressions didn't give away their discomfort. Well worth the soaking and the looks from tourists.

I still can’t feel my feet

Nomadic photographer travelling the world without money by trading photography for my essential living needs.