#middle of nowhere
When you walk through the garden, you better watch your back
I beg your pardon
ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW PATH
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Ava DuVernay at the Louis Vuitton Womenswear Fall/Winter 2022/2023 #ParisFashionWeek
“Filmmakers need to realize that their job isn’t done when they lock picture. We must see our films through.”
PEOPLE OF INFLUENCE | Ava DuVernay
Director, Marketer, Distributor
First African-American woman to win the Best Director prize at Sundance for Middle of Nowhere
Founded the African-American Film Festival Releasing Movement (AFFRM)
Founded The DuVernay Agency Media + Marketing in 1999 which executes campaigns for some of the biggest tv and film studios (NBC, CBS, Disney, etc.)
- Directing a documentary about Venus Williams
Writes and directs all of her films
- All of them as gorgeous as her
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The sunshine on our skin was a feeling we’d long since forgotten, a sensation buried in the backs of our minds. Yet here it was, an unusually warm, dare I say hot day in the hinterlands of rural Albania.
After many months of winter, of snow in Kosovo, freezing fog in Macedonia and countless icy mornings it was a welcome relief and a boost to our morale.
We’d been craving a cool body of water to plunge into and wash away the driving sweat, but we settled for a bag shower on a dirt track nestled amongst the shrubs and canyons with the scent of wild thyme rising hot and citrussy in the air.
I washed our clothes in the sink and hung them out to dry, and we watched the sun climb out of the sky and brush over the mountaintops turning them hazy purple and red. Sunsets could be a thousand shades of gold and orange, pale pink and even the occasional streak of green, but they were always purple here in Albania. The kind of purple that stained the mountain faces and electrified the lake waters; the kind that demanded you stop and watch.
Late at night two men in a van came and dumped ten neat white bags on the ground in front of our van. We assumed they were fly-tippers, but come morning we awoke to the sound of saddles scraping past our van as two men loaded up their mules with the supplies they’d need to take to their village, a sight that always filled us with wonder and curiosity. ? ?
We said good morning to them, folded up the washing and continued on our journey towards a curious little town named Pukë…
