Dhaka looking back at me
Dhaka is confusing. I walk its streets, I look. With my camera I can fix an image of what it can look like, but it’s all surface. My view always comes across as somewhere beyond the looking glass.
Dhaka is confusing. I walk its streets, I look. With my camera I can fix an image of what it can look like, but it’s all surface. My view always comes across as somewhere beyond the looking glass.