I have stolen more faces than I have names
I was driving home when I came across a Durga Puja immersion taking place in the fading light. I stopped, took out my camera, and watched. There was the collective effort of carrying the idol into the water, a man standing alone at its edge, and finally, the goddess floating among the ripples. Three moments... Continue Reading →
A small observation from my archive I didn't set out to make these photographs. They were made at different times, in different places and for different reasons. Some came from photographing people, some from photographing places of faith, some simply from walking around with a camera. When I made them, I didn't see them as... Continue Reading →
I saw this man walking in a forest near my home town. He has lived there for a while. I asked if I could take his portrait and he said yes. After the first shot, I looked around and realized the trees were the whole point. Not just background. The place is why he is... Continue Reading →
We don't know his name. We never do. In the city, they move like punctuation marks in sentences nobody reads. A flicker at the edge of a doorway. A shape beneath a parked car. A silhouette crossing the afternoon concrete, there and then not there. I made this photograph without seeing his face. That felt... Continue Reading →
I was visiting a remote temple when, quite unexpectedly, a group of Hindu priests arrived. They arrived in a quiet tide of white, filling the small temple doorway without a sound.I had my camera with me, and what followed was something I had not anticipated seeing that day. They immediately began paying their respects to... Continue Reading →
Street photography isn't about watching from safety; it’s about standing close enough to feel the friction of a crowd. At the water’s edge, two figures anchored the frame—their backs turned, their attention pulled entirely toward the horizon. They gave the composition its quiet structure. The photograph, though, belongs to the intrusive profile cutting into the... Continue Reading →
I have always been drawn to places where people gather around something that is deeply rooted in their lives. The akhara is one of those places. There is very little separation between the body, the earth and the activity here. The wrestlers train in the mud, fight, rest, watch one another and repeat the same... Continue Reading →