On the second day I was given access to the tribal chiefs and some of Tahiti's most celebrated artists. It was raining intermittently, which pushed us to find cover just outside the main convention building. What I found there turned out to be better than anything I could have planned.
A concrete wall and overhang opened onto a garden, flooding the space with soft, diffused ambient daylight. And mounted in the ceiling above was a large halogen lamp, angled into the corner, old and rusty and completely immovable in terms of its vertical angle. I could rotate it but I couldn't change its pitch.
So I worked with it. I used the halogen as a warm key light and let the cooler daylight fall into the shadows as a natural fill, creating a two-tone lighting contrast I wouldn't have designed in advance but wouldn't trade for anything. Rather than repositioning the light, I repositioned my subjects, rotating them relative to the lamp to control the angle of light falling on their faces. The concrete corridor became my studio.