Hamish Gill
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I was emailed this this morning, thought it would be very worth while posting it!
some fantastic shots from Daniel C. Britt of the Kabul we might not be aware of from the news!
I love the headline shot of these lads playing football in some underground passages in Old Kabul
One day I will find the time and inclination to do some travel photography!
more here http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/the-kabul-you-dont-see-in-the-news/
More from Daniel C. Britt here
http://www.danielbrittphoto.com
some fantastic shots from Daniel C. Britt of the Kabul we might not be aware of from the news!
I love the headline shot of these lads playing football in some underground passages in Old Kabul
One day I will find the time and inclination to do some travel photography!
more here http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/the-kabul-you-dont-see-in-the-news/
FOR A WESTERNER exploring Afghanistan, Kabul’s the easiest place to begin. Air travel in-and-out is safe. The Zuhak taxi service is reliable and expat-friendly, if a little pricey. Mingle with NGO-workers, mercenaries and journalists at barricaded expat hotel-bars like Gandamack and L’Atmosphere to get the 411 on your next destination or the cell phone number of a good fixer. Don’t forget to get hammered. The beginning of any trip in Afghanistan is likely the beginning of a dry one. L’Atmosphere has a lap-pool that’s great to be drunk in.Kabul street food, with the exception of the dirt-cooked corn-on-the-cob, is top notch. Of course, if you have some way to cook on your own, shop every day for lamb shanks, or a freshly slaughtered hen or hacked-off ox feet for soup. The Kabul markets are windows into the precarious, out-of-breath, tech-deficient soul of the city.
At the cushion shop in old Kabul, 10-year-old Hazarra kids run across town from the bird market with giant bags of chicken feathers balanced on thier heads. Fourteen-year-old stuffers frantically cram the feathers into pillow cases for a group of aged seamstresses in uplifted burquas to close with needle and thread. Finally, two Pashtuns with broomsticks take turns whacking the pillows until … well, who knows? I watched them for an hour then decided to my daily life photo essay back to the pool.
More from Daniel C. Britt here
http://www.danielbrittphoto.com