He would arrive early in the morning, balancing the load of bread on his head, and set up his stall on the banks of the Bosporus. If you get there early, you would get a fresh piece.
By Ismail Lagardien 15 February 2018. They are everywhere. Always there. On the beach. On the promenade. In the parking lot.They are there when you arrive. They stand around. Waiting. Hustling. One step forward. Two steps back. They circle around. They make sure not get too close. Well, not always. They’re quite gutsy. Persistent. Annoying. You sit on a bench. They are there, always. Waiting. One step forward. Two steps back. Another one arrives. They joist gently, but with purpose. The dominant ones often get their way. “I was here first. He is mine.” They are interested in your food. They will […]
Malacca, Malaysia. September 2012. I woke up at around midnight. It was a long flight. I couldn’t sleep any longer. Sweaty, the beed sheet was stuck between my legs. I got dressed. I went for a walk through the backstreets. I peered into a room. And watched a butcher chop up pigs. I shot a few frames and walked away. I was awake for another two days after that. The Pig Butcher from i lagardien on Vimeo.