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	<title>PhotoStories &#8211; The Flaneurbanite</title>
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	<description>The French term &#039;Flâneur&#039; refers to the &#039;wanderer&#039;, the &#039;stroller&#039; in the City - the &#039;observer&#039;, in one sense and the &#039;voyeur&#039;, in another - one who &#039;walks the City in order to experience it&#039; (Charles Baudelaire). The Flaneurbanite documents the stories by this modern day act of flânerie - curious, covert, yet candid, she walks the City and tells the stories - the many legends, big and small, told and untold, hidden under its many layers.</description>
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; The Streets of Marrakesh</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2014 12:49:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Continued from here. The streets of Marrakesh are chaotic, sure, but they aren&#8217;t threatening. The men of Marrakesh do return your curiosity in healthy measure, especially if you are a woman with a camera. There are those who like to try and make an unfair profit on your foreign naiveté &#8211; as an Indian though, I come with an inbuilt con-radar. Then there are others who painstakingly explain their craft to you and then give you a discount they can barely afford, just because you listened. The women mostly huddle about in groups, or go about their business in measured, somewhat wary paces. Things get hot, dusty and noisy, just this side of unbearable &#8211; and then you turn a corner and unexpectedly find yourself in a small tunnelled refuge of utter quietude. I suspect Marrakesh hides its real stories in these alleys, behind the stereotypical frontage of the chaos, the colour, the men you encounter in the souks. To find those stories though, I&#8217;ll have to make another, less touristy trip. For now, it&#8217;s what I saw on the surface &#8211; on the streets of Marrakesh. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; Until next time, then. ~ All the images and text here are my copyright, all rights reserved. Please just ask if you'd like to use or reproduce any of it. I'm usually enthusiastic about sharing and collaboration. And if you like what you see here, drop me an email or a comment below. I'd love to hear from you. &#160;]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; Chaos in Marrakesh</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2014 10:38:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Coming as I do from India, chaos is something I&#8217;m quite familiar with. Familiarity though, does not imply intimacy, or even comfort. Familiarity just makes you less afraid of chaos &#8211; it ceases to be the &#8220;other&#8221;, something to be intrinsically distrusted. Chaos makes me uncomfortable but curious. It&#8217;s when I start to channel that curiosity into looking closely, I start to see the parts that make up the whole, I begin to find a place of relative comfort. Three days aren&#8217;t enough to go much deeper than the surface &#8211; I&#8217;m but a flaneuse, a watcher, a voyeur &#8211; but three days are enough to begin to find a sliver of familiarity. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160;  ~ All the images and text here are my copyright, all rights reserved. Please just ask if you'd like to use or reproduce any of it. I'm usually enthusiastic about sharing and collaboration. And if you like what you see here, drop me an email or a comment below. I'd love to hear from you. ]]></description>
		
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		<title>On Photography</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2013 11:52:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA["Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst" - Henri Cartier Bresson.

True, very true.

If you started with a digital camera, make that your first 30,000. Perhaps even 50,000. ]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; Snippets from Rome</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jul 2013 11:20:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[OK, this has got to be the longest break I have taken from the blog! The last few months have been crazy busy &#8211; mostly in a good way. I travelled to Crete, Rome and New York, got my knee sorted, took one of the biggest plunges of my life and launched my own consultancy, and also managed to work on a couple of really cool projects. It&#8217;s August now and it is time to take a breather. Just for a bit, though &#8211; I have more exciting things happening and I will be sure to share them with you when the time comes. Meanwhile, here are a few snippets from my trip to Rome &#8211; it rained for three out of the four days, and I flaneured and I clicked. As always. Let me know what you have been up to. There is more and I&#8217;ll probably do a second post. Of course no amount of pictures can do justice to Rome. Or for that matter, no number of days can ever be enough &#8211; certainly not four measly rainy days! I need to go back, soon. &#160; ~]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; A little over four years&#8217; worth</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 12:32:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you are wondering why this blog has seen such little photography action over the last few months, please put down those protest banners and please don&#8217;t demand your money back*. The reason for this state of affairs is that back in December, The Flaneurbanite&#8216;s knee threw a tantrum and has since been acting like a  total brat. So there has been very little walking, no flanerie whatsoever, and as a result, very little photography (apart from random instagrams, which I wouldn&#8217;t  want to waste your time with). But then I also realised that it&#8217;s been four years and a bit since I first started the photoblog part of this blog (not taking into consideration the old photoblogs that I started way back, if you&#8217;ve been kind enough to be following me since then). So while I continue to coax/threaten/berate/plead with my knee, here&#8217;s a selection of my own favourites (if I may), from the last four years. Click on the images to go to the respective photostories. Kingly Court Brick Lane Brick Lane Brick Lane Chiswick Pier Regent Canal East End Regent Street Regent Street Places Between Spaces The Other Mumbai Wakes Up The Business of Being Parisian I would love to know which ones you like. ~ *No money has ever been exchanged on this blog. Sadly.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Photostories &#124; Autumn comes to Barnes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 09:23:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ontinuing with the Barnes explorations &#8211; I&#8217;ve had a hard time looking beyond the obvious prettiness of Autumn arriving in this leafy neighbourhood. While I hate the passing of summer like everyone else, dreading the onset of Autumn, the increasingly dreary mornings and evenings, the longer nights, the cold blustery winds, autumn has a knack for growing on me. The flaming yellows, orange, reds and purples, the beautiful light &#8211; that still retains a bit of its summery warmth, and of course daily fresh carpets of inviting scrunchy leaves &#8211; who could resist Autumn&#8217;s sneaky charms? So just as it is with every Spring, here is your token Autumn post. ~ &#160; &#160;]]></description>
		
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		<title>Photostories &#124; Exploring Barnes &#8211; 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2012 10:22:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[nce upon a time, I used to live in Chiswick. And if you know me in real life you would know just how deeply I was in love with the place. Turns out, that after vowing to never move out of Chiswick as long as I live in London, I did. I think that&#8217;s down to the whole vowing business &#8211; Murphy&#8217;s Law of Vows or something &#8211; but I digress. So I bid overly sentimental goodbyes to Chiswick and moved to Barnes. Now I always knew that Barnes was a lovely place, but what I did not know was just how excruciatingly gorgeous it is. No sooner had I unpacked that my flaneuring and clicking tendencies started to drive me a little mad, so I stepped out to explore the neighbourhood. This is the first in a series of explorations &#8211; I thought you should see it too &#8211; after all, beauty multiplies when shared (or was that Love? Happiness? Never mind. It&#8217;s all the same thing). I&#8217;m not exactly being unfaithful to Chiswick &#8211; it&#8217;s just that three weeks in, I love Barnes too. (It&#8217;s not you Chiswick, it&#8217;s me). Do you blame me, dear readers? Either way, there&#8217;s more coming up soon. ~]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; The Moon And The Crane</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2012 10:26:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[And a few minutes later&#8230; The first picture was clicked on my iPhone 4S and Instagrammed (&#8220;flaneurbanite&#8221;, if you&#8217;re on Instagram), the second was clicked with my DSLR and is entirely unedited. ~ All images in this post are the copyright of Shilpa Bhatnagar, all rights reserved. Please do not copy, download or use anywhere else without explicit permission.]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; The Show Goes On</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 12:04:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I live in West London and have this amazing view from my living room towards East London. In 4 years of living in this place, I have seen those trees change colour, drop their leaves, and grow back again many times &#8211; alternately revealing and hiding bits of the city behind them. &#160; I have seen The Shard coming up at alarming speed, almost like a rabid mushroom, on that horizon &#8211; or what passes off as the &#8220;skyline&#8221; of London. In fact the most alarming thing was suddenly spotting it one day, realising it&#8217;s there, after a few months of ignoring that view. I suppose that&#8217;s how people must feel when they unexpectedly spot a UFO. I have seen 8 annual fireworks displays all along that horizon &#8211; Guy Fawkes, New Years, Guy Fawkes, New Years , and so on, and the occasional stray Diwali firework. I have seen glorious sun, deep blue skies, watched clouds approach, merge, break, pour and float away. The hue of that sky changes everyday, sometimes every minute. I live so close to this sky, every change and every nuance of the weather feels magnified. And I have seen rainbows. Sometimes, even double rainbows. But rainbows are notoriously difficult to click. And then there are the planes that fly past to Heathrow from morning till late evening in a never ending assembly line of arrivals. And sometimes, there are blimps. There are sunrises and sunsets &#8211; golden, teal, maroon and all shades of electric. And full moons. And the show goes on. ~ For those wondering, I don&#8217;t live in a skyscraper or a tower &#8211; just sufficiently high up (by London standards) in a wonderfully converted heritage building. I like talking about this building as much as I like documenting this view. I get different reactions to it. Someone once asked me if I lived in a council tower when I spoke of the view. This was the same person who asked me how it was to live in the southern hemisphere &#8211; referring to the time I lived in Delhi, India. &#160;]]></description>
		
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		<title>PhotoStories &#124; London City &#8211; Old versus New</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 13:53:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t know about you, but to me it feels like I haven&#8217;t posted a London photostory here since forever! I was recently running some errands in the City of London area, and couldn&#8217;t help but notice the juxtaposition of the old and the new. Whether beautiful or jarring, I think that nowhere else in London is this juxtaposition so stark, so compelling, and so worthy of a second look. I would have clicked more except for the blazing, searing sun beating down my back that forced me to retreat into the nearest air-conditioned cafe after the first few shots. Now this has never happened to me in London before &#8211; India, yes; Spain, yes; London, never. Who would&#8217;ve thought.]]></description>
		
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