The landscape between Marrakech and Essaouira was a dry and empty space. The romantic thought of walking out and being lost for days to find ones self was all good and easy from the air-conditioned bus, with my bottle of water. In reality the unforgiving landscape wouldn’t think twice about swallowing you whole. It was when I started to picture Aladdin flying past with a princess, monkey, bird and blue cloud, I realise the romance went to far. I directed my attention to the destination, Essaouira.
The Pixel Trade was a short stay in Essaouira, a small fishing town on the coastline of Morocco. I had arranged this trade over emails with Xavier, a man who didn’t understand every word that I wrote or spoke but offered a few nights in his riad with the usual necessities, in return for some shots of Essaouira and their rooms. Miscommunication is a beautiful and fun experience.