For days and days I do not know what day of the week we are ... Everything is always intensity contrast changes. Impossible to program, even for the same day. I thought I could this afternoon, go around again in houses and villages schoolgirls Fior di Loto last minute but I'm learning that my driver is made in Jaipur. Put off until tomorrow. But do not worry, shanti shanti ...
I went back to school Fior di Loto make a new series of photos, from another angle. It would take days of life in the school to see and feel.
At 16h, I found Deepu at sunset, it's hot today. It says here that the summer arrives. We go to the back of the cafe and I showed him the pictures taken. It was initially surprised by the Mac itself ... ! In conversation, I learn that he has been in politics a few years ago. But the system is so riddled with corruption that he prefers not to deal with these things. His brother, by cons, was elected to an important post for the city Pushkar. There is no mayor here the "town hall" actually includes greater geographic area.
end of the day gently. Flor, dinner very original company of 2 of his friends who sell Afghans in India, their textiles. They speak virtually no English and will mingle amounts of words in their language, but Flor and they seem to understand.
Pushkar is a small town but, from a photographic presqu'inépuisable. Every minute there is a picture to do. Everything is in constant mobility around, it's crazy. I remain here until the end because I still have some small projects.
The time spent in the same town or area is important for the creation of links, contacts. And here the contact is so easy and spontaneous. In exchange, you give and receive amounts of information. I made good contact with 2 or 3 pro photographers who were very rich, and I hope to see in France. One of them, Olivier, with whom I took the breakfast this morning, left his apartment in Marseilles there are more than 2 years to cover India, he will soon return to France to make a photo book .
While Pushkar is a tourist town but once we leave the main road as you leave the city or, simply, that we ventured into the streets and suburbs, c'set already an "other" India offers very spontaneously .
The sunsets are sublime, tonight is the full moon day for the Hindus especially in terms of devotion.
This afternoon, I took a picture of a very handsome man who wore a flower in her ear. He then allows himself to me that he is Brahmin. One of his friends offered me a garland of flowers that I keep around the neck all evening. Stitches in Time, my handsome young Brahmin invited me to visit his shop at the entrance to the city. As usual I let it. And we're off on a motorcycle ... I'll come take pictures of him in his shop (I do this quite often here and I have a large stock of business cards of people who send in the mail (because not everyone has an email address below from it), photos. the days passed, I go more and more "free" with the photos, giving a few rupees in the case of beggars or "baba" (a kind of sadhus, but beggars) and I am amazed every time the reaction of people, most fans often ask me spontaneously. Then I show them the photo or photos and they are all happy. The warmth is constant and even if, often, salvation is an invitation to spend, everything is done and ends in the right mood.
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