Lots of travelling, lots of shooting, lots of editing, no time for updating. Such is the paradox, a word re-introduced to me by one really humble Italian friend. We need to make time for ourselves, amongst all this sun and steel and keeps pushing us into a tight box. View from the almost infinity pool in our hotel at Pune, India.
My recent trip to Jodhpur gave me 2 hours to spare on the last day. Decided to visit the clock tower in old Jodhpur, which was quite close to where I was staying. Auto’s as usual wouldn’t go by the meter to the market. 1 big camera and shades immediately put me in the tourist category.
I’m down here to celebrate my friend Mathew’s wedding. Nothing like a backwater houseboat party to set the mood.
A bachelor party cum wedding shoot. One half is over, and the second half begins today. For now, loving the visuals at the JW Marriott, Phuket.
The boys made the most of Air Asia’s 990 flights to Goa. 2 days of rain and beer. Goa trippin in the monsoon with an all boys trip.
The monsoon in Kerala, is like that I’ve encountered only in 1 other place in India : Goa. Rains though the day in intermittent showers. The smell, the anticipation and oh the beauty. Like straight out of a painting.
So there’s this pretty french girl who was dodging my camera for 3 days, while I was shooting for the Malabar river festival. And on the 4th day, was in a precarious position in the water, just below the most famous rapid, called the Malabar Express and this happened.
Well I might’ve missed the Sao Joao at Goa, but I did manage to have a good time with friends, and also found time to put the new tablet I got, to task. 5 days of sun, rain, alcohol, technology and fun 🙂
Full missing scenes is happening with the peeps at Tarantismo. Haven’t been dancing in more than 2 months. Laziness is setting in. To top it off, everyone’s scattered across cities and countries now. Shot of us of our last trip to Goa, shot somewhere on the road to Goa’s Calangute beach.
We all get them monday morning blues. It sinks in when taking that elevator up to the work floor. I feel sorry for the people who have to go through it, week after week. Here’s how I welcome mondays, with a loud, big smile