GRACE

Grace… an ongoing project of images of where I would want to be

EL TRASLADO[14]

El Traslado, the commute.

Cuba at the end of 2017 I wanted to photograph the iconic cars found all over the country, but  to shoot them in a new and original way.

To the local Cubans these icons of the country are nothing new, nothing exciting. So I set about photographing people on their commute in these beautiful and classic cars, capturing the mundanity of traffic and the thought of the day that’s passed or that lies ahead.

That experience is shared all over the world, just rarely in such iconic vehicles.

BOTANICUM

An ongoing project at various locations around the World focussing on all things botanical

DYNAMIC WINEMAKERS

An ongoing project photographing winemakers represented by london based Dynamic Vines, meeting, tasting their wines and photographing the original and brilliant winemakers.

MAUT KA KHAN [43]

DJ has swagger. He’s the star of the show. Maut Ka Khan ‘the Death Well’ is the jewel in the dusty crown of the Karamdaha Mela. DJ has just finished his second show of the day, and is joining myself and producer Gautham for our first meet and greet. He carries himself like a local celebrity, or even a Bollywood star. Good looking and with a confidence that could be mistaken as arrogance, he takes a seat with us outside the rickety arena. But it’s too loud. The show has just finished and the ticket walla is on to the next hustle. This is not a place of half measures. The PA system is beyond distortion, it must be 120db. We can’t hear a thing and the three of us, Gautham myself and DJ are shouting at each other in a zealous attempt to break the ice. The three of us are seated on plastic chairs in a triangular formation, knees touching and leaning in. Gautham is doing his best but the sound is too loud, and as becomes the norm for the next three days, every time I look up, either from the viewfinder, or the chair, there’s a hundred eyes on me, huddled around and staring. It feels like an auspicious start.

By now the crowd around us is swelling, and we’re not getting far with the niceties. ‘Let’s shoot!’ Gautham tells DJ that we’re going to shoot some portraits of him and the team, and I’m ready to get started.

I’ve just arrived from the relative tranquility of Manhattan after three flights and a gruelling six hour, 70km drive from Dhanbad. You can do the maths.

The roads from Dhanbad to Karamdaha, known as the City of the Black Diamond, are barely roads. It’s an insult to Romans. Our driver Pankaj is a veteran though and he knows these potholes, bends and ditches. We arrive shaken at the hotel to check in, only to be refused entry. No white people allowed.

Dhanbad is a mining town, the centre of the coal industry in the north Indian state of Jharkand. It’s not on the tourist trail. ‘This really is the boondocks of India my friend’ says Gautham, in a thick Indian accent, as we frantically look to find a hotel that will accept foreigners.

Anyone who has travelled to India will know, and have heard the cliche of the sensory overload. The ‘assault on the senses’ has become a trope when describing the experience of life in the subcontinent. Having had the good fortune to travel to India more than four times in a decade, visiting the most northerly state of Ladakh, Kerala in the South and taken trains between the two, I felt accustomed to this shake up, to the immersion and the embrace.

No amount of time or experience could prepare me for the 72 hours at the annual Karamdaha Mela.

Imagine stepping back in time a handful of decades, or even a century or two, to a fairground.

Purchase prints via the link below. 50% of profits will go directly to the riders featured, who are now unable to perform due to coronavirus restrictions in India.