For the last few months I have been inviting people to visit my apartment and allow me to photograph them in a very intimate space; my bathroom. I have also been inviting them to take a shower as I continue to shoot them.
I soon came to the observation that warm water running over my subjects bodies relieved them of any unnerving awkwardness the camera brought about. Once they were relaxed, the bathroom, formerly a beauty parlour now became a confessional and I the hair dresser.
Many of my subjects shared intimate details of their life with me and every new person in the shower became a brand new allegory. With every new visit I had a new protagonist; A new plot and a new parable of hurt and heroic that came undone. An independent study that I have gotten addicted to.
Secretly I have been told by my subjects that it is thrilling and adventuresome to be in my shower; Secretly cheating my traditional and tame Indian upbringing I live through all of my subjects, fighting their wars and braving their fears for those few hours where we are connected through this pious space. I continue to investigate and naviagte this series, which has thus far given rise to some of the fastest, most disarming relationships I have formed.
I look forward to these images leading the way as the project continues.