World Cup 2018
the joy and despair in British living rooms
I spent the first 2 weeks of the World Cup travelling around England watching 13 games with as many different nationalities, capturing the joy and despair in British living rooms.
Definitely one of the nicest and joyful (intense at time) job ever done.
I’ve eaten a lot of crisps and beer, but also the traditional Brazilian dish of feijoada in north London, Mexican quesadillas and guacamole in Putney, Colombian arepas in Manchester and a lovely Moroccan tagine cooked on the barbecue in Letchworth.
I was sat with a fixed camera near the television screen and never asked anyone to pose. As soon as the match got under way, they forgot I was there.
Very few people left the room or changed positions throughout the game. They were glued to their chairs