Summer in Delhi. When the air is oppressive and sweat pours out of every pore. When even a cold shower isn’t cold because the water tanks on the roof have boiled in the sun. When your only chance for respite is a sweet lime soda, a mango shake or a chuski. Just be careful of…

Me, a white girl. Carrying a small white baby. In a slum in South Delhi. While a horse roams down the alley.

A regular favorite sight: streetside tailors with their foot-pedal sewing machines and tattered boxes of multicolored thread, ready to stitch whatever you need. Both of these were taken with a Nikon FE, 35mm film – one behind Kalkaji Mandir in Delhi and the other in the back lanes of Old Ahmedabad.

They are loud; they are flashy; they are usually off-beat and out-of-tune: they are street bands. I love them for many reasons, but mostly for their contrast – the volume, the uniforms and the spectacle demand attention, but when you look closely, the musicians are just regular men, with holes and stains on their bright,…

Holi: the festival of colors…and bhaang lassis (opium milkshakes), parades, smiles from strangers and sensory overload. And the perfect occasion to see the Indian world of music bands at its best (more on that soon).

This barber wears a different hat everyday, given to him free by a variety of political parties. Advertising with a shave.  

Entertainment does not stop when the market is shut, in Lajpat Nagar, Delhi. This family traveled from Karol Bagh to balance and spin just as the rain let up, bringing great entertainment to passers-by. Till the police ruined the show.

Bottles of potions and pills, perfectly aligned in a geometry that speaks to pop art aesthetics as much as encyclopedic knowledge: Ayurvedic remedies in the market of Mathura, where shops often older than 100 years keep alive a medical wisdom old of thousands of years.