Up here now.
Huddled in the shade of goatskins, plastic sheets and dried thorn bushes, with civilisation somewhere behind the dust I’ve just kicked up, and a tepid pool of water, a sheer wall of rock and djinns up ahead. Perfect. It took years spent bumping into the Rahbis of Majamma before I got to shoot their women.
The first time, in October 2005, a deranged teenager grabbed my colleague. This must’ve also been around when we encroached onto the police firing range. The second time, Abdullah invited my dogs into his compound. The family posed for me the third time. I took them some prints the fourth. They took me to Slooh on my fifth visit, in August 2008.
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glad to know the family is comfortable with you
That’s the reaction you get when you look it other people’s eyes with your camera. You had more success with elephants and camels….
The pattern on the headscarf is so poetic… Almost ancient Greek. And so deliciously unsuitable with the body cloth… I wonder how much beauty, brains, strength and weakness hide under all that. It must be complicated to be dressed in this all day. Or just adventurous. Have you had the chance to find out?