Everything logistical in India was easy for me, as I was traveling with the world-travelled Phil Borges. I held a reflector for him as he photographed the Dalai Lama. The reason he was there. So that was pretty sweet. And the rest of the time I just took in every single new sight with my seasoned black Nikon FM2 and Hasseblad/120 lens. And a lot of film. Seems almost ancient history given film days – but not by my memory.
We were in New Delhi only a day before we headed North by bus and train. This tailor gifted me his gaze there in his shop with its perfect ethereal lighting and his trusty Singer.
Am thinking it was the 35mm, f2. November 1994
Every age. Chronology is of no matter. What illumines those young, old eyes?