Dear Love is a set of portraits where people stood with or without the beloved ones in front of my camera, and wrote their feelings around the photographs.
These real life photographs, staged to break cultural taboos, also hint at the dilemma confronting the women.
About 65 percent of the surface of Metro Dhaka was water bodies (Ponds, small lakes and stream) 20 years ago. But, now we have seen very few number of water bodies in the city.
We had a river named Tista is a narrative of the Bangladesh-India water sharing disputes, which date back to the late 1970s with India’s ill-conceived construction of barrages on Tista river.
Another day in Paradise is a story on the complex relationship between the landscapes and the inhabitants of St. Martin Island.
Railway Longings, by Rasel Chowdhury is part of our Showcase on Bangladesh Photography curated by Munem Wasif, Chobimela International Festival of Photography.
Indrawati River Story, by Arfun Ahmed is part of our Showcase on Bangladesh Photography curated by Munem Wasif, Chobimela International Festival of Photography.
This series of photographs deals with the construction works around the developing city Dhaka. In 2011, I took few photographs of a road extension work which was part of a huge flyover project.
Munem Wasif photographs Puran Dhaka. One of Bangladesh’s finest young photographers reflects on the streets of his home city Dhaka.
Announcing our 17th Photo Essay Asia Finalist in the Invisible Photographer Asia Awards 2013: SAMSUL ALAM HELAL, Love Studio.
Announcing our 12th Photo Essay Asia Finalist in the Invisible Photographer Asia Awards 2013: K. M. ASAD, Cost Of Slavery.
Announcing our 2nd Photo Essay Asia Finalist in the Invisible Photographer Asia Awards 2013: SARKER PROTICK, What Remains.
People who live in the coastal areas of Bangladesh are always at risk from river erosion, cyclones, floods and other natural disasters.
This is a story about a group of young boys at Mohammad Ali National Boxing Stadium with big dreams.
As the layers of human aura build with time and distance, the train itself becomes a precious retainer of the collective unconsciousness.