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A few weeks ago I went on a solo photography trip to India to shoot a self-assignment about the nomadic communities living in Gujarat. As part of my pre-trip preparation I undertook some research, bouncing ideas around with friends, checking articles and other resources, and learning about the current reality and life conditions of these groups. I knew the two plus weeks I had planned to devote to this trip where going to be tight for such a complex subject matter, but I was more than happy to take the challenge.
With about 4 million members in more than 300 different communities, the nomadic population of the state of Gujarat is quite substantial and diverse. In the past each nomadic community used to provide a specific service to the society: many groups specialised in performing – they were musicians, fire-eaters, snake-charmers, acrobats, whereas other tribes would carry out manual work (e.g. ironsmiths, knife-sharpeners, bamboo artisans). Technology and industrialisation have contributed to the collapse of the demand for such services, leaving these people out of work, threatening the survival of their culture and traditions, and – what’s worse – eroding their livelihood. Continue reading
With the Festas de Lisboa keeping the city pleasantly busy during all the month, and the celebrations for the Festa de Santo Antonio between the 12th and the 13th, June is probably the best time of the year to be in Lisbon. Lucky me, this year I spent almost all June in Portugal, not too far from its capital city, and I got to savour Lisbon’s cheerful atmosphere and take part in some of the festas. Continue reading
From the 13th to the 20th of December my hometown, Siracusa, has been celebrating its patron saint Santa Lucia (Saint Lucy). While I see no difference between believing in Santa Claus and believing in saints protecting cities, I still appreciate traditions – especially culinary traditions.
A young Christian martyr from Siracusa, Lucia was tortured after she refused to honour the marriage her mother had arranged for her. Legend has it that after Lucia’s death a famine hit the city. Continue reading