“If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked. I don't even try to cover it, because it is not my job, that's the job of dressmakers.” ― Saadat Hasan Manto
       
     
 This bittersweet series is an utterly subjective journey through Pakistan, a country that still remains an enigma wrapped in a riddle despite many long term stays since 2010, and my feeling of exasperation mixed with tenderness.
       
     
 The construction of these diptychs occurred slowly over the years, as I started to distinguish the layers of reality, walk my way through the veneer of things, identify the stories and plots, the characters and the overtones and to fuse them with the shadows of my own inner theater. Images started to merge and make sense; a new sense born out of apparent clashes or unexpected semblances.
       
     
 It became a play with reality, a kind of collage, an imaginary conversation. The lost smile of a politician rotting on a wall in Lahore reappears in Peshawar amid the remains of a butcher shop, the tentacles of an octopus in an amusement park of Quetta reach until the railway tracks of Peshawar where a sad child carries his chore of vegetables. 
       
     
 An impish Humpty Dumpty teases a mannequin languishing in a showcase in Lahore, the plastic peeling faces of two infants face the promises of “paradise, a man dances in a coal depot in Baluchistan while another, dressed as a woman, shines in the Lahori night. Time somehow stands still, space is saturated with gazes, memories and untold tales, walls stare and people walk by.
       
     
 These pictures have been taken between January 2010 and April 2017.
       
     
19_Dance-Karo_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
10_Lahore_Inside_Theatres.jpg
       
     
26_Heads_Lahore_Skardu.jpg
       
     
08_Quetta-Askari_Parc_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
05_Karakorum_Highway.jpg
       
     
04_Lahore_The_Fake_Molvi_and_the_boo_Behind_The_Curtain.jpg
       
     
07_Lahore_Raat_ki_Rani.jpg
       
     
13_Faces_Skardu_Lahore.jpg
       
     
20_Atlaf-and-Shera_Gilgit_Lahore.jpg
       
     
30_Lahore_Walls_.jpg
       
     
24_Keep-the-door-closed-Lahore.jpg
       
     
14_Birds_Skardu_Lahore.jpg
       
     
25_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
09_Lahore_Lazar-Jahangir.jpg
       
     
22_Noor_Lahore_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
11_Desi_Roosters_Lahore.jpg
       
     
12_Shaeen_Eagles_Lahore_Kaplu.jpg
       
     
16_Lahore-Babar-the-bone-fixer-Peashawar-beauty.jpg
       
     
23_Kelna_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
17_Lahore-Fliying.jpg
       
     
32_Lahore_At_Play.jpg
       
     
29_Eyes_Dehko_Lahore.jpg
       
     
27_Khuttay_Jan_Gilgit_Lahore.jpg
       
     
26_Peshawar_Lahore.jpg
       
     
28_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
Itchy_Peshawar_Lahore.jpg
       
     
33_Lahore_Mubarak.jpg
       
     
 “If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked. I don't even try to cover it, because it is not my job, that's the job of dressmakers.” ― Saadat Hasan Manto
       
     

“If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked. I don't even try to cover it, because it is not my job, that's the job of dressmakers.” ― Saadat Hasan Manto

 This bittersweet series is an utterly subjective journey through Pakistan, a country that still remains an enigma wrapped in a riddle despite many long term stays since 2010, and my feeling of exasperation mixed with tenderness.
       
     

This bittersweet series is an utterly subjective journey through Pakistan, a country that still remains an enigma wrapped in a riddle despite many long term stays since 2010, and my feeling of exasperation mixed with tenderness.

 The construction of these diptychs occurred slowly over the years, as I started to distinguish the layers of reality, walk my way through the veneer of things, identify the stories and plots, the characters and the overtones and to fuse them with the shadows of my own inner theater. Images started to merge and make sense; a new sense born out of apparent clashes or unexpected semblances.
       
     

The construction of these diptychs occurred slowly over the years, as I started to distinguish the layers of reality, walk my way through the veneer of things, identify the stories and plots, the characters and the overtones and to fuse them with the shadows of my own inner theater. Images started to merge and make sense; a new sense born out of apparent clashes or unexpected semblances.

 It became a play with reality, a kind of collage, an imaginary conversation. The lost smile of a politician rotting on a wall in Lahore reappears in Peshawar amid the remains of a butcher shop, the tentacles of an octopus in an amusement park of Quetta reach until the railway tracks of Peshawar where a sad child carries his chore of vegetables. 
       
     

It became a play with reality, a kind of collage, an imaginary conversation. The lost smile of a politician rotting on a wall in Lahore reappears in Peshawar amid the remains of a butcher shop, the tentacles of an octopus in an amusement park of Quetta reach until the railway tracks of Peshawar where a sad child carries his chore of vegetables. 

 An impish Humpty Dumpty teases a mannequin languishing in a showcase in Lahore, the plastic peeling faces of two infants face the promises of “paradise, a man dances in a coal depot in Baluchistan while another, dressed as a woman, shines in the Lahori night. Time somehow stands still, space is saturated with gazes, memories and untold tales, walls stare and people walk by.
       
     

An impish Humpty Dumpty teases a mannequin languishing in a showcase in Lahore, the plastic peeling faces of two infants face the promises of “paradise, a man dances in a coal depot in Baluchistan while another, dressed as a woman, shines in the Lahori night. Time somehow stands still, space is saturated with gazes, memories and untold tales, walls stare and people walk by.

 These pictures have been taken between January 2010 and April 2017.
       
     

These pictures have been taken between January 2010 and April 2017.

19_Dance-Karo_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
10_Lahore_Inside_Theatres.jpg
       
     
26_Heads_Lahore_Skardu.jpg
       
     
08_Quetta-Askari_Parc_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
05_Karakorum_Highway.jpg
       
     
04_Lahore_The_Fake_Molvi_and_the_boo_Behind_The_Curtain.jpg
       
     
07_Lahore_Raat_ki_Rani.jpg
       
     
13_Faces_Skardu_Lahore.jpg
       
     
20_Atlaf-and-Shera_Gilgit_Lahore.jpg
       
     
30_Lahore_Walls_.jpg
       
     
24_Keep-the-door-closed-Lahore.jpg
       
     
14_Birds_Skardu_Lahore.jpg
       
     
25_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
09_Lahore_Lazar-Jahangir.jpg
       
     
22_Noor_Lahore_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
11_Desi_Roosters_Lahore.jpg
       
     
12_Shaeen_Eagles_Lahore_Kaplu.jpg
       
     
16_Lahore-Babar-the-bone-fixer-Peashawar-beauty.jpg
       
     
23_Kelna_Quetta_Lahore.jpg
       
     
17_Lahore-Fliying.jpg
       
     
32_Lahore_At_Play.jpg
       
     
29_Eyes_Dehko_Lahore.jpg
       
     
27_Khuttay_Jan_Gilgit_Lahore.jpg
       
     
26_Peshawar_Lahore.jpg
       
     
28_Peshawar.jpg
       
     
Itchy_Peshawar_Lahore.jpg
       
     
33_Lahore_Mubarak.jpg