fashion photography, rhea gupte, beach, bob, black hair, dark lipstick, sea, the girl from FUSS, blue
fashion photography, rhea gupte, beach, bob, black hair, dark lipstick, sea, the girl from FUSS, blue


Personal Project


Self Portraiture with minimalistic frames


Photography, Styling, Modelling by Rhea Gupte

I woke up feeling nostalgic. Sharing a flat for the week with my closest college friends, in Delhi, was meant to have some sort of a symbiotic effect. On the other hand, juggling meetings, research for the two talks I have been invited to give, mini-reunions and the usual barrage of emails has me feeling overwhelmed. The ideas of constantly going, achieving, moving, stepping onto the next thing are addictive, remarkable and a fuel for the soul. While on the other hand, rest, peace of mind and a healthy lifestyle are a solace for the mind. Striking a balance is arduous, especially, as lines between work and life, passion and payment per hour, perfectionism and closing deadlines draw closer, until one is left with a never-ending desire to attain, produce and excel.

Who is to define productivity, quantity and excellence; how do we marry them in the digital age? Notions of year-long projects, long-term commitments and slow growth are frowned upon. This is how we consume. More and cheaper. This is how we live. Faster and on the edge. This is how we love. Momentary and ever-changing. Tapping an emoji is easier than cracking an actual smile. Discarding is easy. Once out of sight, out of mind. Why are we headed this way? As prices of all things meaningful soar; fresh fruits, life insurance, homes; prices of frivolities drop; trendy clothing, fast-food, makeup. In this age, what is the value of the sculpture which took a month to make or a dialogue which questions a lot more that whether or not there were lip-fillers.

In a recent panel discussion I attended, a few fashion editors revealed that they do not read fashion magazines anymore, except for certain publications like the Gentlewoman which go ahead to speak about culture, feminism and a much larger cause. Is fashion not worthy enough to be spoken of by itself as a subject matter, or has it been dumbed down for so long that it’s essence, artistry and creativity isn’t visible any longer. Or has it moved into a territory wherein having such attributes can turn out to be derogatory for it’s business, since easier production, replicas and faster samples are the easier route?

I felt nostalgic, so I dug out these pictures I shot at the beach in front of my old home. Somehow, they made me wonder about more than just the denim-on-denim trend; instead, the significance of several subjects close to my heart and an on-going debate which often forms a dialogue for my being, punctuated with thrills of creation and seldom moments of despair.

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  1. What a great post, your point of view so valid. In these times most things are so disposable and fleeting. Your photos are captivating. One love from Jamaica