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The Lens Inside

Intriguing. ^^

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“I don’t take photographs outside.” This, the most revealing answer of my interview with French photographer and inmate, Ralph. His black and white photos are raw, beautiful, and oddly the most pure depictions that I’ve ever seen. Free from pretense, judgement, and opportunistic voyeurism.

*Why did you initially start taking photographs inside of prison?

Ralph: First, for distraction then as challenge and over time it has become witness.

*Why black and white?

Ralph: Because there is no color.

*Who or what is your most interesting subjects?

Ralph: I love the “dirty faces”. I love the faces that tell a story. Faces sweaty and suffering, that’s my favorite subject.

*Have you taken any photographs outside of prison?

Ralph: I never take pictures outside.

*Is photography a distraction or a reminder of where you are?

Ralph: I’ve frequented the prison for more than 25 years. This is a very big part of…

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There is something about Mutton; A Food Review.

Mashallah. Yummy nom dearest Ma’am. : )

Nadia Jamil

I’m picky about my mutton & just HAVE to share that Samar Ataullah has just fed me the quintessential perfect roast mutton leg!! Utterly divine!!

Slow roasted for over five hours on a low heat to get to that perfect tenderness, Samar makes a Mechouia Style Lamb Leg with Cumin Dipping Salt. It’s roasted in garlic, cumin & rock salt flakes for what seems like forever and ends up being this stunningly soft leg with the most amazingly crusty masala. It really is gorgeous, to smell, see and taste!
It’s a Moroccan speciality and we all fell on it like beasts at the Iftar table today.
The crust is slightly salty with the garlic and roasted salt flaked cumin adding a great kick to the soft, melt in your mouth meat. It’s all so pure, simple & perfectly cooked, extremely tender, quite beautiful. No smell, no fuss, no millions of…

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Circus of Mannequins

Beautiful dearest bestie! xoxo

Anouska's Blog

You are sickened by the weakness
Of men plagued with fear
And if the world persuades you to comply
and settle
Turn off your mind, relax
and let it wither.

Dark secrets carried deep inside like
a wisp of smoke spiral down the spine.
On the outside, it doesn’t show.
Glamoured in pretentious smiles,
Living in a matrix,
Superficial love renders itself hollow
Hissing aloud in the
shrouding darkness of ignorance.

Price of walking alone thus,
Forever lacks the creme de la creme of social refinement,
Upon refusal to adjust by anchoring one’s secrets deep,
for the sake of fostering a convivial atmosphere.
By Anouska Banerjee

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