The World Eve Left Us - extract

What we have here is a magnificent portrait of wounded but combative women and a portrait of the Bronx... a beautiful hymn to solidarity, profoundly moving.



The students performed Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood and then finally Cinderella.  Eve was allowed the freedom to be in front of all the seats, so she could get shots of the plays.  There was also a curtained doorway she could slip behind to go backstage and take pictures from there.
Eve had no idea she'd caught his eye.  Maybe it was her buoyant aloofness sitting there cross-legged at the corner of the stage, totally into that camera and unconcerned about what was going on around her.  Maybe it was because she seemed so exuberant and heady at the same time, and attractive in that way when you can't really point to one physical detail but you still get this slight feeling your hold on gravity has been broken.
Eve was backstage when the scene between Cinderella and her mother's ghost took place.  As Cinderella becried the cruelty of her stepsisters to that apparition the impact of the moment on Eve caught her by surprise.  The curse of loss and memories at the heart of the fairy tale went to the heart of her own tale of hurt.
And even though they were just children overacting in sign, when Cinderella stood alone after her mother's ghost left the stage Eve was brought to a place of profound and painful loneliness.
That's what she wanted to capture -- a child Cinderella, in a smock made to look shabby, signing out her emotions, surrounded by a few pitiable props and a backdrop of gray curtain.

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