|house front, chapel road, bandra, mumbai|
I was crying, just a bit. just cause of worrying, loosing self confidentness, being tired.
I need work. i haven't had work for weeks. Finally i got an assignment and I need to work. Work means: understanding Brief, thinking, researching, finding and convincing.
Every single time i start a new project i have the same scareness: Entering a strangers life is like going to a different Country. Even so quite bering aware what will happen, certain factors are the same there is always the feeling of insecurity, the abstract, which can be filled up with a lot of thoughts. And they can get far.
I did not even get close to. I cried at the end. Not long. Short. Pittyfull.
Initially the family was really excited about the idea. Appointment for next day. I was there. They not. Searched for them. Came back on an advice of a woman. Again one hour waiting. They were not there. Almost leaving, then the dad came.
'Tomorrow Morning, come- yes we are still interested.'
Next Morning- the Mum is opening the door:
'My daughter is on holiday, with her grandparents in delhi.'
I like honesty. Or good liar.
aftermath: i never met a family, but therefore an other family. a good family, with interest. i was a bit nervous, talked, there was no convincing, took images, laughed, enjoyed their company.
assignment was done. 2 days later, beautiful images. i got 2 more assignments from magazines.