This girl should be on stage in London. She was a natural performer.
By the time this kid had finished diving head first into the sand for the camera, he was a mess. So when he went back to his tent for dinner, I quietly slinked away, whistling obliviously. Don’t blame me.
The three wise men who were in charge of my life for 2 days in the Sahara.
The eyes, the eyes. It’s all in the eyes. Never have I shot anyone with such a deep, penetrative stare.
The long march back to Chinguetti