I shot George at his beautiful Lake Como residence. When I arrived, breakfast was being served on the veranda. It seemed more like a five-star hotel then a private house. After breakfast, George disappeared to find a space which had a plain white wall for the shoot. I had to manoeuvre my equipment around three obese (live) ducks in the hallway. But my tripod hit his bookshelf and a very large World Atlas dislodged from the shelf and plummeted onto a duck. In a panic – and not knowing what to do with an unconscious duck – I kicked it behind the bookshelf. George soon re-emerged wearing a pirate's hat, which he had worn at a dinner party the previous night. When I pointed out what a fool he looked, he started roaring with laughter – there was my pic! Not long after the shoot, there was a muffled quack from behind the bookshelf and a dazed duck waddled out. I let out a nervous giggle. I found George, as you can imagine, a very charismatic man and you get the impression that he very quickly is in tune with anyone he is engaging with. Yet unlike Brad Pitt, George tailors how much George he gives you.