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Iran

Upon returning from Iran, April 2014, Izzet Keribar describes a few impressions related to the photos he took.

   

     Mosque at Qezvin                                                   @ Izzet Keribar 2014

"Iran was great as far as photography was concerned. People simple love photography, black chador women too and even they husbands will help if you feel like taking their picture."

      

       Real models and real women at Tabriz bazaar

Historical places are great, but one comes across as well

     

      A lonely woman at Abniyeh village   

or else, a woman crouching down beside the mosque

   

    Espahan mosque

and all of this in contrast to the crowds which mingle through the bazaar.

    

     Bazaar at Yezd

Most amazing are the signs of ancient times:

Persepolis

and

museums, mosques and blue tiles:

Mosque in Tabriz

Mosque bleue a Tabriz

Blue mosque at Espahan

Incredible is what old cities have retained as unique entry points

    

     Espahan bridge

or near Zoroastrian villages

   

    Zoroastrian site at Yazd

 

Tombeau de Cyrus a Pasargard

All along one does wonder how Iran can be understood. Certainly Izzet Keribar does not perceive this country with Western eyes. Through his lens another reality, both remote and equally differently devoted to life, touches the passer-by insofar as the usual strikes the photographer as something unique and unusual. For instance, there can be discovered in a street near Teheran another type of graffiti, and which Brendan Kennelly would describe as sign of frenzy caused by an absolute devotion to a religious life.

  

   Street scene near Golestan palace Teheran

Izzet Keribar continues his account:

"What was really difficult for us was the fact that almost all stairs in Iran – everywhere - historical sites or basements (or even our bus ) have very steep steps and both of us have aching knees.  

One especially funny episode came when I wanted to get inside the door of the mausoleum of a saintly man, (HAFİZ) on the last day in Shiraz, (but where only women get in, not men ). I enveloped myself in a chador, and got through. I wasn’t  caught! All the way I took many pics until when I came out and gave the veil to the watchwoman outside. Her reaction... She laughed like a mad woman instead of getting angry."  

                                                                     I.K. Istanbul 20.4.2014

 

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