These were all shot yesterday and yesterday evening. The Hogg Market ones don’t properly communicate the smell. It was like death lite and shit. Not as bad as death proper, but pretty bad, nonetheless. The day shots are at a market well across town. I dropped off a couple photos and these guys got excited and had me shoot pictures of everyone. It was pretty fucking fun. And I got all the free Pepsi I could drink. And curry. Which I also drank.
Inside the HMS Hogg Mart. This is where cows go when they’ve been bad.
Some foxy graffiti.
This dude would not smile. I seriously implored him. My cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. This is the stuff dictators are made of.
Crocket & Tubbs are on the motherfucking case.
A long exposure of an old building late at night.
Same store front, but HDRer.
West Bengal used to be communist. I had no idea any of India was communist. West Bengal is no longer communist, but it’s doing quite well. This was shot late at night with a depth of field of 1.4 (maybe?).
This kid is all beer and Skittles, but he needs to watch his back. Serious.
This dude is fresh.
Nobody here but us chickens.
50mm meat shot. Shallow depth of field. Nice colors.
This is where chickens come to wait for death. It’s like Florida, but pulletier.
Boss Hogg Market. Them Duke boys are at it, again.
This is inside the S.S. Hogg Market. This is, like, some sort of chicken alley? It’s an amazing photo!
All the following photos are of the guys who work at or are associated with the market near the Rabindar Sarabor Metro stop. This kid’s cool.
This man runs eggs.
If the potatoes are heavier than a feather, he feeds them to his pet crocopotamus/lion, Ammit.
No whities allowed, chalky. This guy enforced segregation while I was in the market.
I don’t know who this kid was, but he was hanging out in the market.
This guy may have owned the market. That or everyone was fucking with him. I couldn’t get at what they were getting at because of the language barrier.
The guy on the left doesn’t take shit from anybody.
This dude’s got a pretty cool face. It’s like he doesn’t give a shit.
This guy was super friendly and made sure that everybody got a portrait.
This is the eggmaster, again.
This sinister-looking dude runs the restaurant at the front of the market. He very obviously takes shit from no one.
This is the spiral staircase on the way to the internet cafe I’m using (RIGHT NOW!!). That’s right, there are still internet cafes in the world.
This is a wall near my place. Shit’s real.
This Old Guy (that’s what everyone calls him. In English.) hangs around a lot at the Chai stand across from my hotel. The dude on the left is part of a huge family (or a conglomeration of orphans; I can’t tell) that runs the samosa stand, the Chai stand and a sundries stand across from the hotel.
I’m dressed as Rainbow Brite in a rickshaw. Your argument is invalid.