has been going on outside my office window.
Well, who wouldn't take photos?
Its a set for a costume film with Keira Knightley and Ralph Fiennes and the campus has been full of people with live geese under their arms, baskets of cabbages, straw, horses, large trailers, lighting and film equipment, sedan chairs - and persons of a security disposition.
I just leaned nonchalantly out of the window and took a few snaps while waiting for some photocopying. One of the security persons waved vigorously in my direction. What a friendly chap, I thought, and leaned a bit further for some better shots.
A couple of people with walky-talkies passed me on my way back to my office - and they soon hunted me down there, wanting to interrogate me about the photos I'd taken, the camera, my intentions, blah blah blah.
They hadn't even been filming for goodness' sake. No glimpses of any famous peeps while I was around.
I was told that some actors were rather distracted by flash photography during the previous days filming. Yeah, right. Keira et al are put off their strokes by camera-flash. At a distance. In daylight.
Yesterday morning I was on my way to my weaving class and stopped to take pics of some flats which always attract my attention. I love these corner rooms, the different things they are used (or not) for.
I turned around and found myself nearly nose to nose with a
He did seem like a fairly amiable young man and we chatted about diversity of architecture in the area. I wonder if monitoring of lurker-stalker-peepingtom-paparazzi-snoop-voyeur-noseybonk activities is a clearly articulated part of the job description?
I wonder if I looked like any of the above?
If people don't want strangers looking through their windows, they put up nets or blinds, right?