Dakar, le soleil et le cafard

13 Oct
Route de la corniche Ouest

Route de la corniche Ouest


J’imagine que je devrais créer un nouveau blog pour raconter mon expérience à Dakar ou même faire un Tumblr pour publier des photos, mais ma flemme est décidément plus forte que mes petites ambitions.

Il est donc temps pour ce blog poussiéreux de reprendre du service. Cela fait 13 jours que je suis au Sénégal et l’installation s’est plutôt passée en douceur.

Il faut dire que pour l’instant, je n’ai pas vraiment eu à souffrir de la pénurie d’eau ou des fréquentes coupures d’électricité car je suis encore à l’hôtel. Je serai sans doute rattrapée par la réalité une fois installée dans mon appartement.

Après bien sûr, il reste quand même des choses difficiles à gérer: la chaleur écrasante et humide, la peur des moustiques et du paludisme, la recherche d’un logement…

Mais tout cela ce n’est rien comparé au problème que j’ai dû affronté il y a quelques jours: une saleté de cafard géant s’est introduit dans ma chambre!

Alors oui on est en Afrique, il fait chaud et il faut donc que j’accepte qu’il y aura des bestioles. Mais là on parle d’un cafard volant venu de l’enfer!

Un monstre hyperactif et aventurier qui avait décidé d’explorer les moindres recoins de ma chambre avec ses antennes maléfiques. J’ai rassemblé tout mon courage (et dieu sait que je n’en ai pas beaucoup) pour écraser la bête. Oui c’est dégueu, mais c’était lui ou moi.

Alors je sais, vous vous dites que j’exagère. Peut-être même que vous vous moquez (à votre place je ferai pareil). Mais pour ma santé mentale, priez pour je ne retombe plus jamais sur un blattoptère.


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27 Jan

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Pictures shot on Pentax 18-55

Blog “The ladyboys of Tahiti”

1 Jun

Here is the link of my new blog that will focus on my MA final project “The ladyboys of Tahiti”, a 20 minutes video documentary.

Final project: it is going to be ok

25 May

I am just starting to realize that I am actually going to Tahiti to film a documentary. I am torn between excitement and fear. As usual I think: What if I am not good enough? What if I produce complete cr*p? To add to the pressure, some of my classmates told me they were looking forward to watch my piece. Well, don’t get your hopes too high because I have 5 good reasons to be worried about the final result.

1. The story

I want my documentary to be about the layboys of Tahiti but let’s face it: it’s more of a subject, not a story. Discrimination among the ladyboys of Tahiti would be a story but I am not sure I have the ability to report on that.

3. the angle

I always had trouble trying to focus on something specific in a story. Basically, when I am covering an event, I always want to include all the details. My documentary is no exception.

Right now, I am desperately trying to tie up two different angles: the story of the ladyboys of Tahiti from the historical point of view and the problems they face in their daily life. But if I emphasize the historical side too much, I could end up sounding like a textbook.

2. the peg

The peg is summarized into a question: why now? What’s makes the story relevant at that particular time? I am fully aware that my peg is completely nonexistent. The only reason why I am still going forward with my idea is because I really want to cover it. I hope that a lot of digging while I am on location will magically unveil the newsworthiness of my piece. 

4. camera skills

We used to go out every week to film a news package when we were producing the program “The World Tonight” but it’s been a while since I touched a camera. Plus, I will shoot with a JVC which is new to me and I still don’t feel comfortable with it yet.

5. characters access

In my proposal, I included an indicative timetable. Emphasis on the word “indicative”. I managed to contact  almost everyone on my interviewees wish list and they all agreed to meet me. However, when I called back this week to get a confirmation, it was impossible to get in touch with my main character. I guess it could potentially be a big problem but I could always try to see this as an opportunity to change (find) my angle. 

My documentary project

24 May

Papara, Tahiti

Only one teaching day left before I quit education and enter the big bad world as a journalist. But before worrying about this daunting prospect, I have one last assignment to carry: the final MA project. 

On Sunday I’ll fly to Tahiti to self shoot a documentary about ladyboys. After I explained to someone the subject of my piece, two types of reactions generally ensue:

Reaction 1: stunned silence while trying to process what I said followed by “wait, what?”

Reaction 2: *laugh* “Are you serious? How did you come up with that idea?”

Those reactions reveal one thing: my project idea is perceived as random and quirky which actually pleases me. At least, it catches people’s attention and triggers curiosity. So hopefully, people will be tempted to watch it. 

I want to follow the lives of the ladyboys in Tahiti, find out what challenges they face and see how integrated they are in French Polynesian society.

When I went to Tahiti two years ago, I was surprised by their number, but mostly, I was amazed by people’s tolerance. A 16 years old is able to go to school wearing a dress or a skirt and nobody bats an eyelid.

But of course, it’s not that simple, otherwise there won’t be a story. The ladyboys in Tahiti seem well accepted but there is still a long way to go. Prostitution and unemployment are among the problems they have to deal with. Sometimes family rejects its effeminate teenager.

I am fully aware that the angle is a bit loose and the peg nonexistent but I will expand on that in another blog post. All I know is that I am fascinated by the subject and that I want to represent my characters with accuracy and fairness. I just hope I will have the ability to live up to my expectations.