BURQA NEUROSIS
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Alle donne.... Kovacs - My Love
a quelle con le palle, alle cupe, a quelle con le unghie di plastica, a quelle che hanno avuto le prime mestruazioni quando non esistevano gli assorbenti usa e getta, a quelle che scrutano le ombre, a quelle che hanno subito violenze, a quelle che si trascurano per la famiglia, a quelle che fanno da mamma al marito, a quelle che han potere ma sanno anche non usarlo, alle troie, alle pudiche, alle crocerossine, a quelle che han creduto in un lui sbagliato, a quelle che portano con fierezza rughe e cicatrici, a quelle che fanno shopping, a quelle che si tingono i capelli, a quelle che han avuto l'amica brutta, a quelle che son state l'amica brutta, alle anoressiche, alle bulimiche, alle obese, a quelle che dicono fanculo e vanno avanti, a quelle che la malattia e il dolore fisico non le fa sentire più donne, a quelle che hanno subito danni dai parti, a quelle che si sentono escluse, a quelle che si esaltano davanti l'attore o il cantante, a quelle che gli prende il batticuore quando passa lui, a quelle a cui il rapporto con gli uomini è stato rovinato dal padre, a quelle che si porteranno sempre nel cuore abusi, a quelle che si portano sempre nel cuore abissi, a quelle che si fanno le maschere da un euro anche se non fanno niente, a quelle che san di venire tradite ma non vogliono vedere, alle pettegole, alle cretine, a quelle che si sentono intelligenti, a quelle che si sentono stupide, a quelle che ormai il treno è passato, a quelle a cui si è gelato il cuore, a quelle che si innamorano di uno che le chiama (tromb)amiche, a quelle che piangono guardando i film, a quelle che fanno le scenate isteriche, a quelle che finalmente son tranquille perchè lui ormai è troppo vecchio per fare ancora il dongiovanni, a quelle che non guardano solo gli occhi, a quelle che si fanno intortare con quattro parole, a quelle che san fare della femminilità un'arte, ai maschiacci, alle suore, a quelle che si sentono circondate da rivali, a quelle che han usato la propria bellezza per una causa, a quelle che si guardano riflesse in ogni vetrina, a quelle che non escono di casa se non sono truccate, alle eterne incerte, alle passionali, a quelle che si sentono giovani dentro anche se lo specchio dice il contrario, a quelle che raccontano la propria vita ai nipotini, a quelle che non si possono permettere molto ma sorridono lo stesso, a quelle che vanno in bagno sempre con l'amica, a quelle che dicono di amare gli animali ma appena vedono un insetto si mettono a sbraitare come delle matte "uccidilo!!", a quelle che ad un colloquio di lavoro si son sentite chiedere se vogliono avere figli, a quelle che sanno guidare con i tacchi, a quelle che continuano a usare creme antirughe ma la pelle non torna luminosa, alle madri di famiglia a cui nessuno chiede mai che sentimenti hanno nel cuore, a quelle dall'altra parte del mondo con il volto sfigurato dall'acido, a quelle che sono soldati per necessità, a quelle che vengono rinchiuse pestare violentate e nessuno mai aiuterà, a quelle che la nostra libertà neppure se la immaginano, a quelle vestite Armani sotto i burqa, a quelle vestite Armani ma con il burqa nell'anima, a quelle rinchiuse ore e ore in una fabbrica per pochi soldi, alle bambine la cui madre venderà la verginità per pochi denari...
Alle donne.... e agli uomini. A chi ha capito che non esiste femminismo o maschilismo, a chi è contro ogni forma di specismo. A chi non sputa nella storia per fare la moderna ma poi diventa schiava dell'industria e del commercio. A chi tende la mano e porta pazienza, perchè siamo tanti e lo saremo sempre di più, e dovremo dividerci tutto sempre di più.
I wish ( in my own way ) this qualified as drunk photography, for I still feel like that, My head is still quite heavy. And I really wonder, where is her buttocks for God's sake !!
Driving to school this morning, across the street on my right, I had quite a chuckle after I took this, my daughter was inside the car you know....
SOOC.
Chatteshwari Road, Chittagong.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HgWWKUGw6A
I remember they were three, two in burqas and one in green, all three were carrying umbrellas and making a nice triangle. Friday afternoon in Ramadan. most of the men were busy with their Jum'a prayers. If I had gone the classic street photography way, I would not have got this mood, would I !! My focus was on the BLUES.
Through the windshield....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnrHTBOhwlY
GEC, Chittagong.
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" The eyes have one language everywhere ”
خزني بو عين ميذوبه غرنجي الطرف جذابـي
لو بقول اعجوبة اعجوبة فتنةٍ ويثير اللعجابـي
كم غيري كم هاذو به بس أحبابي هم أحبابـي
الدلع منهج من اسلوبه الهوا صفحه من اكتابـي
الحسن حسنة ومن صوبة له يذوق ودوم طلابـي
إن تكلم ينطق اعذوبة وان عتب يا حلو لعتابــي
فيه نفسي فيه مشغوبه ماغاب عن عيني ولا غابي
صورته فالعين تسمو به المدامع وسط لهدابـــي
في حشايا الروح مسلوبة شدني شوقي واسرى بـي
للذي له عين ميذوبه غرنجي الطرف جذابـــي
Afghanistan: While the Taliban were in control, women were not aloud to work and most schools destroyed. They are now fighting against the Americans and British to overtake the country. Copyright Nick Rain
This image was inspired by one of my very first experiences in Saudi. With the naked beaches of Barcelona a not too distant memory, I headed down to the beach, where I became mystified by a black blob I could see out at sea. It looked like a huge jellyfish. Then, as it approached, I realised that it was in fact a woman.
I've probably got a bit more work to do in post-processing for this one but it's nearly there (pp suggestions welcome by the way). [edit: newer version is here: www.flickr.com/photos/nickygraham/3531915618/]
This is Mairi - step-goddaughter of one of the guys (Norm) in the Photography Guide to Edinburgh Flickr group. Mairi kindly agreed to model so that we could test out our portraiture skills in a lighting studio (aka James Christie's living room).
Hopefully there's more photos to come from the evening and I'd certainly recommend trying this to anyone that's interested. See this flickr group for more info.
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La foto è stata scattata in una delle sale della Galleria d’arte moderna di Milano, in via Palestro.
La statua in primo piano, ispirata ai lavori di Casanova, è la Venere di Pompeo Marchesi e per me ben rappresenta l’idea dell’arte classica e occidentale.
L’immagine della donna in burqa invece è opera di un fotografo anonimo, che ho voluto inserire al posto di un quadro ottocentesco presente nella sala. Le due donne (come le loro culture) si guardano ma non si parlano. Mi chiedo se un giorno (finalmente e senza violenza) riusciranno davvero a parlarsi per condividere quello che di più profondo possono trasmettere?
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“The photo was taken in one of the rooms of the Gallery of Modern Art in Milan, Via Palestro. The statue in the foreground, inspired by the work of Casanova, is the Venus of Pompeo Marchesi… The image of the woman in a burqa instead is the work of an anonymous photographer… The two women (like their cultures), they look but do not speak. I wonder if one day (finally and without violence) they really will be able to talk to each other sharing what they can convey deeper?”
Thank Frizztext for the English translation and his blog flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/clash-of-cultures...
In a few seconds I'd be beeping and she'd be moving aside.
A neighbour on her way out of the neighbourhood....through the windshield.
Rabia Rahman Lane, Chittagong
Shot a few weeks ago in early morning at Sobhanbag, Dhanmondi, Dhaka.
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A caravanserai (Persian: كاروانسرا kārvānsarā) was a (usually Persian-inspired or built) roadside inn where travelers could rest and recover from the day's journey. Caravanserais supported the flow of commerce, information, and people across the network of trade routes covering Asia, North Africa, and South-Eastern Europe. Most typically a caravanserai was a building with a square or rectangular walled exterior, with a single portal wide enough to permit large or heavily laden beasts such as camels to enter. The courtyard was almost always open to the sky, and the inside walls of the enclosure were outfitted with a number of identical stalls, bays, niches, or chambers to accommodate merchants and their servants, animals, and merchandise.
Caravanserais provided water for human and animal consumption, washing, and ritual ablutions. Sometimes they even had elaborate baths. They also kept fodder for animals and had shops for travellers where they could acquire new supplies. In addition, there could be shops where merchants could dispose of some of their goods. The word is also rendered as caravansarai or caravansary. The Persian word kārvānsarā is a compound word combining ''kārvān (caravan) with sara (palace, building with enclosed courts), to which the Persian suffix -yi is added. Here "caravan" means a group of traders, pilgrims, or other travelers, engaged in long distance travel.
This particular shot was taken in Virani caravanserai in Mashhad currently used as Mashhad Anthropology museum which nicely shows how the daily life in such a caravanserai looked like. The woman in the photo is actually no mystery to me but a dear friend Mashid who was kind enough to take her chador (A chādor or chādar (Persian چادر) is an outer garment or open cloak worn by many Iranian women in public spaces; it is one possible way in which a Muslim woman may follow the Islamic dress code known as ḥijāb. ) to "model" for me to add a human element into such an environment. I have purposely chosen low shutter speed (1/15 s) to capture the movement.
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Around half past 6 in the morning, the wind was cold although you can't see or feel it here. I gave the great Dastagir Restaurant a visit after a year or so for some breakfast (NIHARI) takeaway, I thought I saw an angel. She did eyeball me later as she went past. her EYES were absolutely incredible.
One more thing.... I wanted to post in this in B&W initially but that magenta dopatta (scarf) of hers made it tough for me.
Momin Road, Chittagong.
Rashaida tribe woman in Massawa, Eritrea. For centuries this tribe allowed women not to cover their hair, but not the nose, a very erotic area... Now it seems that once the men come back from Mecca (opposite on the red sea), they ask them to cover their hair and also to refuse the pictures they loved so much 10 years ago when i met them.
Rashaidas are involved in human trafficking of Eritrean and Sudanese refugees who try to reach Europe...
On my way back from the Dastagir Restaurant last year, I kinda followed them with my car. It was a bit wet since it rained the night before and there was a woman too, with gloves.
Through the windshield....
Nor Ahmed Road, Chittagong.
Solo due cose sono infinite, l'universo e la stupidità umana, e non sono sicuro della prima.
Albert Einstein
She just happened to be in front of my car one morning and I took a wild shot from inside the car that's all.
Through the windshield....
College Road, Chittagong.
Bianca and Leechi in two different looks
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Rashaida woman under her tent, Eritrea, in the danakil desert. The picture looks peacefull, but you have to image 20 kids wanting to pause behind me, shouting, laughing, and jumping around!
One of my best souvenir during a photo "session"! I'm not sure they've met many photographers on their trip, but they all look straight in the camera.Rashaidas come from the arabia, and now live all along the red sea coast.
The women wear a veil, but their hair is not covered, and they do not fear the foreigners men!
The Rashaida tribe came to Eritrea from Saudi Arabia about 200 years ago, they live in the desert along the coastline of the Red Sea, are muslim, and their homeland extends from Massawa, Eritrea, to Port Sudan, Sudan; they are nomadic, the men are excellent camel traders and some even go to Emirates to take care of the rich people's animals; Rashaida women always wear veils to cover their nose and their mouth, but not the hair, Rashaida live in isolated communities, preferring not to live with people of other tribes, in Eritrea, they are seen as "gypsies", with very bad reputation, they are the only ones to avoid the army time
Une femme de la tribu des rashaida en Erythrée.Isolés dans le desert, ils ne croisent pas souvent des touristes,mais il est surprenant de voir la manière qu'ils ont de fixer l'objectif lorsqu'on les prend en photo...Les Rahaidas sont plutot mal vus par les eritréens qui les considèrent un peu comme des gitans.Le contact avec eux est difficile, mais quelques polaroids detendent vite l'atmosphere!
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I got lucky with this one since I was driving at that time, one shot one hit, early in the morning on my way to school with my daughter.
Through the windshield....
SOOC.
O.R. Nizam Road, Chittagong.
Shot taken at Aminabad, Lucknow. Raffique , a street urchin insisted me to take a picture of him. I thought his facial features were very interesting and also loved the presence of the woman in Burqa behind him...
Cherish beauty in all cultures.
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Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.
~Hafiz~