“Puran Dhaka, or “Old Dhaka”, was a rather unlikely subject for me because I’ve been living there for many years. It was about trying to find a feeling of something new in the routine of my daily life. The Old Dacca made me appreciate greasy but well-cooked food, the most sordid slang, and that’s where I rediscovered the impulse – specific to small towns – to hold on to things rather than let them slip away.
I spent my childhood in Cornilla, a small neighborhood surrounded by a rural life rooted in tradition and a way of life from a bygone era. These years allowed me to appreciate the Old Dacca, making me feel at home among those inhabitants for whom tradition is more important than novelty.
Through my framing, my Old Dacca reveals itself and brings out invisible lives as well as more “tortured” questionings on the idea of assimilation or worse, deletion. »