It’s been four days now, each day inevitably starting with my frustration at someone arriving an hour or two late, someone joining unannounced, or someone not turning up at all. But so far, the people I’m working with – late teens to early 20s living in the neighbourhood, many of whom have dropped out of school – have lifted my mood pretty quickly. They speak good English, some have done film-making before, and they do listen – even, some of them, to my pleas to stick to some sort of timetable.
Our resources are pretty limited: we sit on benches under a tin roof that deafens out any hope of discussion when it rains, next to a school full of endlessly chanting/screeching 3-7 year-olds; we have access to one power socket when the P1 classroom is free; and we’re relying on my DSLR plus a few point-and-shoot cameras donated by generous London friends. (If my camera survives this trip – clumsy hands and dust and all – I will be proud.)
A few photos from the early exercises we did (my favourites, anyway – the guys would probably choose their self-portraits) below – done with the second-hand point-and-shoot cameras, incidentally. More coming soon when I can find somewhere to do some sneaky unlimited uploading.