I am shooting in one of the worst places in the world: sharm el sheik.
(the client who eventually will read this column, don’t worry, to shoot swimwear when in italy is raining cats and dogs and it looks like scotland in November this is perfect…).
I was saying it is one of the worst places to come on holidays.
So many stories to tell, or at least, do a photo shoot like martin parr.
But I do not have time to write nevermind to martinparrinize.
I’d like to say a quick thing though:
For all the egyptians in italy, cutting the story short, all of you, we are a little racist and we think that the egyptian in milan is, how do I say it, worst than us. Us from the western world, we modern, them the opposite.
Then you come here.
The westerners that are here where I am, are animals. Fat, bold, nobody knows a language besides bergamasco, they lay in the pool 200 meters from the sea, assault the buffet like crazy grasshoppers stuffing themselves with everything, they read (when it’s good) mostly gossip magazines, they have spoiled and uneducated children that scream and play playstation, dressed in horrible manners, with big dolce & gabbana sunglasses and zebra striped pants from roberto cavalli. Ok?!? Have you got the idea?
The egyptians that we met speak italian better than the italians that are here, they speak enlgish, are educated, are cultured, are dressed in a moderated way… in short WE are the animals, and THEY are the gentlemen.
Stop, that’s it
And on top of all I hate the heat
(the client who eventually will read this column, don’t worry, everything is going very well…)