Antonioni’s film Blow Up is a confusing film about an arrogant photographer who believes he has witnessed a murder. The aesthetic of the film is typically 1960s. The streets of London are (improbably) quiet. Through the streets march loudly protesting students, and artists performing.

Compared to Blow Up, the Sound of Music, which runs here in the house down the road, is an aural mess.

The fact of the murder being unconsciously photographed reminds me of the childhood series Q and Q. Wikipedia confirms this association.

An alienating tennis match in mime at the end of the film also leaves the photographer and the viewer confused.

Jugaad is a term for wonderful low-tech innovative solutions. It originates from India where a large part of the population is still very poor but tries to make the best of the scarce resources they have.

Jugaad reminds me of the bastard chairs that Michael Wolf photographed in Hong Kong. Wonderfully simple and cheap solutions. Sort of jugaad too.