Kiran Topiwala

“I don’t have a philosophy. I have a camera.” – Saul Leiter⁠ ⁠ @thamesandhudson presents a groundbreaking collection of previously unseen images from visionary New York City photographer, Saul Leiter.⁠ Until now, the majority of Leiter’s images that exist within the public realm are those published in the landmark monograph, Early Color, which all but introduced his extraordinary talent to photography enthusiasts some sixteen years ago. Though he also photographed in black and white throughout his career, it is for these revelatory, chromatic images for which he is best known. "The Unseen Saul Leiter" continues in a similar vein, further demonstrating his innate ability to transform fragments of quotidian life into deeply compelling, color images. ⁠ 👉 Hit the link in our bio to read our review.⁠ ⁠ Photos: © Saul Leiter ⁠.⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ #independentphoto #tipstories #nyc #streetphotography #photo #colorphotography #streets #photooftheday #colours #photographer #photoinspo #analogue #photographers #analog #photography #people #photostory #photoseries #colorphoto #vintage #35mm #film #colors #artist #instagram #streetphotographers #style #kodachrome #meistershots #color

Apparently a 100 year old home in Goa ! Underwent massive renovations albeit the concrete kinds in the 60s not to mention the Portuguese. 🥲 . Architecture by @goldapereira_design & @studio_praia . Photos via the architects

Those who know me well, know that I seek out places akin to time travel; spaces folded softly into themselves, stitched together by whispers, stories, and shadows. Walking the crumbling bazaar, the veil between now and then is gossamer-thin, where streets dream aloud and walls murmur forgotten verses. A man gently breathes life into an ancient harmonium, broken notes spilling like secrets at dusk; faded letters rustle silently in the old court, clinging to bulletin boards like leaves refusing autumn; abandoned mansions lean into sunlight, wrapped tenderly in vines that protect their secrets from the prying present. Yet, these quiet wanderings feel like long goodbyes. In these corrupt days, when signs of cruelty bloom everywhere, my nostalgia has become a bittersweet symptom -a yearning to slip from a violent present into a gentler past (or so I think). For I know too well that when I next return, this fragile beauty may be erased, swallowed whole by the ugliness that passes for today’s political fashion.

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