When I was a child, I was only interested in cricket. Pictures never attracted me, ads held no meaning. Photographers were a non-entity, and models were never more beautiful than my English teacher.
I came into professional photography more by chance than choice. To excel became a matter of pride, and I chose fashion as my field of specialisation, which brought with it name, fame, arrogance and a narrow vision.
Beauty came to be defined as a perfect physical entity, not more, not less. Photography was : turning people into beautiful, babydoll images, expressionless, but beautiful. Lines of character – which, according to Audrey Hepburn, are lines of knowledge – started vanishing; if not by makeup and lighting, then, by the simple stroke of a mouse.
After ten to twelve years, it all seems like history. For I awoke one morning, and unlike the great Dali who used to think what the great man would do that morning, I found that I had nothing to do.
I had an almost empty canvas before me, with very few pictures of fashion and beauty in one corner... the rest was as naked as truth.
In the words of Kahlil Gibran, “How mean am I when life gives me gold and I give you silver, and yet I deem myself generous.”
I tried to discard the tag of fashion photographer, and for a change, shot portraits of real people, nature, still life, even cars and hotels. The more I put on my plate, the more hungry I became.
My canvas is still empty. I need people to help me fill it up with creative, meaningful and out of the ordinary work.
I want to give gold for gold.