Senior Product Manager with over 10 years of helping companies launch successful product campaigns from inception to market. Expertise in integrating UX, technology, marketing & design to achieve business goals.
The last few days have been about culling, processing, processing and culling, stitching panos, and then some more culling. And a few celeb reposts (yaay!) on Instagram while that happened.
Culling for me is definitely a more difficult job than processing, you don’t want to miss some shot that could have looked good after a bit of dusting, and therefore you do a bit of processing during culling, a bit of r, a tap of v, move the sliders a bit, whither goes the curve. And, hey I shot so many shots in succession – I need to see how they look after stitching… and while that happens, let me go brew a cup of coffee.
Sigh, culling life. New post coming up on the weekend, promise!
I have lived in Kolkata for 20+ years, most of it when it was still Calcutta. The photography bug caught me while I was still living there, but I never got a chance to shoot the city’s markets, which are a favourite subject for photographers, especially street photographers coming to Calcutta.
This changed in 2013, when Abhishek, with his new DSLR, planned a trip to the flower market at Mullickghat. He had been there a couple of times, and thought I’d enjoy it too.
I thoroughly enjoyed the early morning trip, the bustle of the market, the burst of colours, the various facets of everyday life, the cliched, the interesting, the faces, the crowds, the merchandise, the congestion, the energy, and our typical Calcutta breakfast after the shoot – hing kachori at one of the sweet shops.
So here it is, finally, the photo set from Mullickghat, Kolkata, 2013.
I dream of this place often. I have been there, and I haven’t really been there. Was it the desert planet of Tatooine, or was it closer home, on our very own planet? I remember the Sun shining mercilessly and the winds chilling our bones, especially in the shade, and the magnificent clouds dotting the impossibly blue skies.