A hot day in the Saharan desert, just outside Merzouga, Morocco. I find myself driven to the home of a nomadic Berber family, currently living under the cover of shelter formed by a haphazard collection of, amongst other things, clothing, blankets, and twigs. The tour group I am with steps out of our 4x4 and immediately this family is swarmed, as paparazzi flock to LA celebritite. My discomfort is immediate, feeling almost as if we are treating them as animals in a zoo. I avoid the closer shots at first, focusing more on the details, or on the big picture. Finally realizing the few dirhams we give them for this "privilege" provide them with something they need, I start to shoot. At a certain point, I think to myself, who's really watching who? Are they as fascinated with us, as us of them? Have we not all things to learn of each other?
