Iraq and Singapore are separated by a swathe of continent, generation, history and situation which are as different as can be. But fellas here are as particular about sculpting their hair into impressive constructions as the fellas there. Any older man is an uncle (although an older woman in Iraq is not necessarily an aunty). The fullness of a woman’s hair, an equal obsession (don’t even start with the horror that greets unusual hair fall), as is the fairness of her skin. We are more alike than we know.
The Isthmus: A New Path Between The Seas is a classic photo essay. Twelve years in the making I drew from my personal journals to create a one of a kind document of Panama as it modernizes.