Three years ago I worked as an intern for a film organisation in London, UK. My job was to look at films from this vast archive of 16mm films and assess their condition. This gave me an unprecedented access to films that I would have never been able to see otherwise .
One day I stumbled across a film that looked in pretty bad shape and decided that I should watch it.
It was called DHPG Mon Amour.
It started of as a diary by these two gay guys that were diagnosed with GRID (or as we know it today AIDS). I remember watching the film and as it flowed through the projector silently amazed.
These two unknown men were experimenting in front of the camera with drugs, piercing their chests with needles and documenting their doses; for others. They were making a survival manual for others that were or will be infected in the future with this weird and complicated disease.
When they look at the camera you can see their faces, scared but brave. They never lost any of their willingness to live, they were happy but worried. They mention their friends who themselves experimented with their doses and techniques; some were succesful and prolonged their lives, others did not make it.
I really do not know what happened to these two individuals. I often find my self thinking about them.
I will never forget them.
This is for you guys.