The entire sunday was at the Oxford circus shooting for Thabang, my South African friend. Sunday in christmas time was great. People flocked to the street. They rushed to their places, they browsed the shops, they bought clothes. Only watching them would cost me a whole day. Though I could not do it. It was deadly cold. And, I was holding a camera. Shooting mission impossible! I gave Thabang the piece-to-camera shooting in the middle of the road. She trembled. It was cold, wasn't it? Me too. I was afraid of the cops, who would stop us to interrogate whether we had the license to tape in the street. Thankfully, they failed to do it today. They did not recognise us. It was not because we did good camouflage! Everyone looked at us. 'Oh, I am in the camera!'. A guy passing the Top Shop even took a photo of me with his professional photo camera. He seemed intrigued by a guy with the same image tool to his.
Thabang then picked two random girls on the street. They let us do shooting their conversation with shopping bags.
'Thank you. You'll make famous actresses someday!'
Thabang's story themed on the shopping habit of Brits during Christmas. She picked a friend, who was also from her hometown, and made him a by-way-of actor. He did a great acting job anyway though from time to time we had to play hide-and-seek to find out where he was in the ocean of people. The Director 'Thabang' made him buy a pair of white pointy shoes. It looked great though. But did he spend that much money just for 'Thabang's movie'? Hey, guy, I admired you for this. Later on, I got to know that it was his shopping day anyway.
Thabang did sucessful 'negotiation' with the shop-owner in Oxford Circus so that they let us do shooting inside. Maybe, they saw the potential consumers in us, who knowed? Thabang's friend, Serai, at last did buy that white pointy shoe.
The whole sunday would not end abruptly with finishing shooting. What I didn't tell Thabang was that it was the first time I shot without the tripod and not end up in making shaky images, I hope. I had to hold my breath quite a lot though.
Serai suggested we go to Japanese restaurant and we followed him. Believe me, I am not a fan of Japanese cuisine. I don't really enjoy shushi. The restaurant's name is Satsuam.
I ordered "Tareyaki" (don't know if I make correct spelling). It was chicken with coated sweet sauce. Thabang didn't like it while Serai was very fond of. We chatted while eating. We drank a bit beer.
I was really astonished by the inner-world that dominated Serai's mind. He has a deep abundant emotional world. Sometimes, I was quite taken aback by the way he expressed himself. He looked so contrast from outside to what he talked and felt inside. He wore loose-pants, a kind of pants that even show your bottom crack if they are so loosen. Thabang made fun of it too.
From the conversation with these two South African friends, I realise they are very sophisticated. They have deep feelings. They are mature. And for Serai, believe me, he deserves more for what he feels inside him. Do what you think is right, it's my message for him. It was irritating and disgusting for what had happened to him the other day when he was chased away from the bar and cuffed by the police for doing nothing but for the reason he was black.
We sad goodbye. I went home with Thabang.
I gained a friend.
I remember his name, Serai.
Thabang then picked two random girls on the street. They let us do shooting their conversation with shopping bags.
'Thank you. You'll make famous actresses someday!'
Thabang's story themed on the shopping habit of Brits during Christmas. She picked a friend, who was also from her hometown, and made him a by-way-of actor. He did a great acting job anyway though from time to time we had to play hide-and-seek to find out where he was in the ocean of people. The Director 'Thabang' made him buy a pair of white pointy shoes. It looked great though. But did he spend that much money just for 'Thabang's movie'? Hey, guy, I admired you for this. Later on, I got to know that it was his shopping day anyway.
Thabang did sucessful 'negotiation' with the shop-owner in Oxford Circus so that they let us do shooting inside. Maybe, they saw the potential consumers in us, who knowed? Thabang's friend, Serai, at last did buy that white pointy shoe.
The whole sunday would not end abruptly with finishing shooting. What I didn't tell Thabang was that it was the first time I shot without the tripod and not end up in making shaky images, I hope. I had to hold my breath quite a lot though.
Serai suggested we go to Japanese restaurant and we followed him. Believe me, I am not a fan of Japanese cuisine. I don't really enjoy shushi. The restaurant's name is Satsuam.
I ordered "Tareyaki" (don't know if I make correct spelling). It was chicken with coated sweet sauce. Thabang didn't like it while Serai was very fond of. We chatted while eating. We drank a bit beer.
I was really astonished by the inner-world that dominated Serai's mind. He has a deep abundant emotional world. Sometimes, I was quite taken aback by the way he expressed himself. He looked so contrast from outside to what he talked and felt inside. He wore loose-pants, a kind of pants that even show your bottom crack if they are so loosen. Thabang made fun of it too.
From the conversation with these two South African friends, I realise they are very sophisticated. They have deep feelings. They are mature. And for Serai, believe me, he deserves more for what he feels inside him. Do what you think is right, it's my message for him. It was irritating and disgusting for what had happened to him the other day when he was chased away from the bar and cuffed by the police for doing nothing but for the reason he was black.
We sad goodbye. I went home with Thabang.
I gained a friend.
I remember his name, Serai.
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