It was near midnight by the time we rolled the tape, on the last evening of a 12-night filming trip, both exhausted, sleep deprived and beaten. Six nights on Orellana, three swims, 45 kilometres of moves and just one carp to show for our efforts, but the biggest smiles still. ‘There’s no sad faces here,’ I’d said to Samir on that last morning, when we woke up and realised it hadn’t happened again and we didn’t have one last redemptive bite with which to close the film. How could you possibly have a sad face, surrounded by huge purple and pink tinged skies, mountains, olive groves and 14,000 acres of crystalline pure water, full of pristine, mainly uncaught carp.
SUBmag #001 ARCHIVES - SAMIR AREBI 'NO SAD FACES' (2024)
