The Chef
Northern India 2003
This was back in the day when I was shooting black and white film. I’d leave my husband in the comfort of the hotel and wander the streets and alleys near the hotel. I’d shoot whoever caught my eye. Indians love to be photographed, unlike Africans.
I remember on this day, when I shot this man stirring some curry or other, I was followed down the street by a large group of villagers, mostly young men, each clamoring to be photographed. I became a bit uneasy and did what I advise any woman to do under the circumstances. Find some older women and join them. After I did that, the men dispersed and I was handed grandbaby after grandbaby to photograph.
But more on this man who crouches next to his blazing hot woks. I noticed a tattered recipe tucked under his bare foot. There’s a reason for this time honored posture: it gives you an extra pair of hands… if you use your feet to help you cook.