Mettre en lumière des femmes d\'exception aux horizons différents, afin d\'inspirer et de donner de l\'espoir au reste de la Communauté des Femmes

I understand why people here don’t help. About two weeks ago a lady I know here, who lives in my area, told me about how her upstairs neighbour was stabbed to death in his apartment. Granted, he had a lot of dodgy friends he brought over, but still… People here are scared. Those thieves could have drawn a knife, and for what? $20, keys they can’t use and an old Balckberry. It has happened before.

Acting is hard. And filming a movie is a lot of work. I kind of knew that beforehand, but as with many things, you don’t realise how much work it is until you have done it. We worked all day for three days, in the rain, in the burning sun, and were exhausted by dinner time.

I really enjoyed the exhibition. Marcello truly managed to capture the subjects’ expression and presence. One of my favourites was a portrait of his daughter, which he painted the night before the exhibition and decided to include at the last minute. When I met Marcello at El Pobre Diablo another time he was just talking to a lady he had portrayed in the exhibition, and she mentioned how the painting almost seemed like another version of herself in the world, because it felt so different from a normal photo.