film extras

In my third year at university, just when I was taking my final exams, two film crews descended on Cambridge: one was making a version of a Tom Sharpe novel called Porterhouse Blue; the other was a Merchant-Ivory production called Maurice. Instead of sweating over my Baudelaire and Hesse, I rushed out and looked around for stars to photograph. Strangely, the big stars were oddly reluctant to pose for my camera. The only two willing to cooperate were these two extras.