In an attempt of expanding my casting bracket and meeting the requirements of genres such as fantasy or period drama I have been growing my hair for the last year, but so far I haven't been able to go past the seventies.

It's my third seventies film in the last two months, and let me tell you bell bottoms and psychedelia might be the next ‘swag’, but it is definitely not mine. Everyone is thin and long like a Giacometti figure, clothes are brown and beige like regional ponchos and trousers are so flat that there is no way of fitting my bum in them without feeling like a Kardashian.

But I don't really care this time because they are treating me really well. You can always tell that a production is good when you can have avocados with your breakfast, and the hair and make-up department is divided in two. The other day I sat for half an hour listening to Kate Bush while Giulliano dried and styled my hair.

And there were period hats, glasses, fake facial hair and prosthetics, wigs, coloured handkerchiefs, suitcases, cars and we just loved it when they props team gave us cameras and were told we could pop the flashes during the scene: pop! Pop!