Lately, I have been thinking of my homeland quite a bit. These are some of the film photographs that I have taken over the past years. I am not sure that I have share them together other than here and there through Facebook. My recent trip brought up some emotions following my mom’s passing and I found myself going through the archives to hold on to a semblance of familiarity. Whenever, I go back to India I have a desire to document the city the way I remember it. However, change has been inevitable and these images represent some of the metamorphosis and layering of the old and new. I recall a conversation with a cab driver about the two tower high-rise buildings (in the third image). They sprung up in the past few years and you can see the older buildings in the foreground. He told me that the tenants having parking spots right next to their apartments all the way to the top of the building. He experienced it first hand dropping off a customer. How crazy is that? The city I grew up in was nowhere that fancy. Maybe, it was in other ways but it was more of the richness of the heart. Some of my favorite India photos are the ones taken in Old Delhi (the last three) when I was in the city for the Magnum Workshop with Raghu Rai.
For the curious, these images were all made with the plastic camera Holga using mostly Kodak Portra 400.