Theyyam
It was a book that set me on the road. William Dalrymple, Nine Lives, the second chapter—a low-caste barber who becomes a god for one night on the Malabar coast.…
Why this title?
It took me time to understand why certain forms, certain beings, certain places, certain animals accompany me, in silence, but with persistence. The whale and the puffin are among them.…
Free Eggs
"He kept hens and put eggs in a basket on a flat stone next to the road each morning. Customers left money in an honesty box, so there was no…
Faroe Islands, raw beauty, intact violence.
"By 1760, the hunters of Nantucket had virtually exterminated the entire local population of cetaceans, but they cared little: they built larger whaling sloops and equipped them with brick furnaces…
Kangerluarsoruseq: chronicle of a cod-fishing kingdom turned ghost town
50 km south of Nuuk, on a tranquil arm of the fjord, the gouged-out metal hulls reflect an impassive light. We switch off the sailboat’s engine; now only the lapping…
Hanoi, Delhi, and the Question of the Street
In Hanoi, I ate on the street without thinking—a bowl of pho on a street corner, steaming soup served on a low stool, never with that little internal alarm that,…
Why I Photograph
There were books, long before the camera. Thick encyclopaedias, their pages faintly yellowed, smelling of glue and printed paper. I was nine, ten, maybe twelve. I opened them without looking…
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