seeing with film. firs in our forest. mamiya 6, medium format.
A blend of rugs, tapestries, mattresses and marigolds, the naga baba’s bold and brilliant shelters for sleeping, smoking and sitting with devotees blend a kaleidoscope of crazy color, a psychedelic backdrop to their simply naked beings. The Juna Akara’s temporary digs filled in a grid of tiny streets and alleys in Haridwar; some lavishly decorated, others just a basic blue plastic tarp, altars and ash present either way.
It is not Sunday. And I am no Bill Cunningham. But I suppose I was channeling the New York Times’ legendary street fashion photographer in a Haridwar alley during the Kumbh Mela last spring. More Baba Cool tomorrow….