Part of the Trident: we don't buy it tour blog
There I was, thinking that I'm a world class photographer, making award winning pictures of environmental destruction. The drama of melting ice bergs, the excitement of the high seas. About time then, that someone brought me down to earth. Trident, they said, a ship... the majesty of the ocean... Of course I snapped it up.
Thinking it would be whizzing around in boats, sitting down with old friends after washing off the day's salt spray, I race to Edinburgh docks. Unloading my equipment to walk up the gang-way, the press officer ushers me over. "Look, isn't she lovely?" he says. Aware of the Greenpeace ship's beauty, I nod in agreement. But he is admiring a big blue advert, bolted in a triangular structure to a white van, parked on the quayside. "Is the Scottish voice reaching Westminster?" it asks, before revealing that "70% of people in Scotland say no to Trident". "There she is" he says proudly, "you've got the ad-van gig!".
My brief is to follow this strange little van across Scotland for five days, just like a road movie, but without a big star. Use my photographic skills to make this strange little articulated mini-truck, into a legend in Scotland. Facing this job will mean overcoming boredom and prejudice against inanimate vehicles. It is Valentines Day and I am spending it learning to love an ad-van. An ugly truckling.









