Down to Art

Down to Art

Aida, classmate

Meriem, neighbor

A fantasy is a fantasy, and a fantasy must me made. A few days ago, I was thinking about a concept and the two first things that came to my mind were the tunnel of El Jadida Road, and that romantic self portrait I want to make since years and which is not gonna happen soon (Abdezarak missing). Anyway, failing Abderazak Djamil, I tought about making such photos with real lovers. My main worry was actually to find real lovers... who could leave their home at 4:30 in the morning for photos. No lovers found, only a girl and a boy, who don't really know each other.

Saturday, 4:30 o'clock, I woke up, go to toilets, take my monney, put two dresses, two pairs of shoes, camera, two lenses, Arabic copybook, text book, pencil box, keys and go out. Apparently, leaving home at 4h50 is leaving home late. Many cars were passing through the tunnel , and I didn't have any chance to get the shots I wanted. I dropped it, until I find a brave Abderazak who wouldn't be afraid to get run over by cars (this is a search, if a brave couple around, let me know). Afterwards, boy, girl and I passed through some stones hills in Ghandi boulvard and shot there (first photo). Then, at 7:30... I went to school. Once at school, classmates asked me a very very weird question (warned readers) : "Why do you have carrots on your ass?". First, I tought about a misunderstanding, after having slept at 2:00 and woken up at 4:30, I shouldn't be surprised to misinterpret things, but when I looked at my pants, half of it was orange, that's an unanswered question, sorry.

Finally, tomorrow, I'll have an economics test with a teacher who gives me an 8 because of my family name. 3lem Allah* what mark I'll get when he'll see me with my full of carrots pants.

*Only God knows