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Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or maybe it was the heat and the humidity, but the whole day of Mardi Gras felt like a fluid dream in blurring colours and overlapping music. On the first day of our shoot in Trinidad, we are thrown into the middle of a frenzy known as Carnival 2000. Kwoi had been shooting non-stop since six in the morning while I carried his heavy camera bag, at times leading and at times following him. We took a break in the afternoon, sneaking into the hilltop Hilton Hotel to sip tall drinks by the pool. |