HelloitsmeShruti

29/07/2026

Pockets of sunshine and night lights, captured on film this past spring and summer.

Lately, I’ve been feeling frustrated with these little squares we use as digital photo frames. They do little justice to the quiet beauty of photographs made on less momentous days.

Some photographs ask a little more of us.
A little more time.
A little more imagination.
They aren’t always the kind you absorb in a passing scroll.

So, I’ve started printing my favourite memories - in landscape or portrait, colour or B&W, perfectly exposed or supposedly ‘ruined’ by a light leak or underexposure, and placing them into photo albums.

Call it cliché if you will, this return to an older way of preserving memories. For me, it offers something a screen never quite can. It gives me the chance to revisit those moments, to notice details I’d forgotten, and to hold them in my hands for a while before putting them back on the shelf.

I hope I keep making these little albums long after this warm summer has passed.

28/06/2026

28/06/2026

To be a fly on these walls 🤓📷

07/06/2026

Among the black sheep,

Darkness be welcome, as be light
The stars shine here, night and day.

You see,
The black sheep choose their light.
To shine, to glow, to dim,
according to the cycles of the heart.

We celebrate in church
as we do on the street.

We wear darkness because our truth is our light.
The stars shine here, night and day.

Thank you for bringing me back to where I first felt at home: Fashion.
Congratulations and friends, for creating “mane solis”, a beauty that shines so bright, and so dark, all at once.

🖤

04/06/2026

Killing your darlings.
It should get easier after all this time, shouldn’t it?
But every now and then, I still find myself holding on to an idea because I want it to mean something.

Sometimes the work is making the photograph.

Sometimes the work is letting go of what you hoped it would be.

📷 Outtake from a press shoot

27/05/2026

There’s the joy of learning a new physical skill. And then there’s the joy of the people who dance Lindy Hop.

My life has become richer since I began dancing this partner dance. Not only because of the movement itself, but because of the warmth, playfulness, and generosity that seem to follow this dance everywhere.

Yesterday was World Lindy Hop Day.
Also, the birthday of Frankie Manning, one of the most influential figures in Lindy Hop, and a teacher to our teacher, .be 🧡

I’m grateful for this legacy that it somehow touched my life too, and brought me into an ever-growing community across the world.

I feel so small, and yet so connected to it all.

19/05/2026

The kind of gestures that become commonplace when people feel safe, seen and in community.

📷 for Arenberg

15/05/2026

Migration is normal.

🎵📷 Nothing Bigger Than Humanity at ‘Migration is Normal’

with equal parts empathy and audacity.

14/05/2026

Leaning further into my love for prickly and fuzzy subjects.

Which is slightly ironic, because in my culture, one is generally discouraged from keeping thorny plants at home.
Unfortunately for tradition, those are often the ones I find most beautiful.
Not in spite of their sharpness, but because of it.

A few years ago, while visiting the Venice Biennale, I came across a monumental agave and later learned more about traditions in other parts of the world where cacti are placed at the entrance of homes as protection against the evil eye.

Somewhere between these beliefs, I found a quiet compromise.
If I cannot keep them, I can still draw them close in other ways.
Paint them.
Photograph them.
Print them.
Let them exist as small protective symbols, somewhere between tenderness and defence.

These images are part of an ongoing exploration of thorny and fuzzy things:
the beautiful, the guarded, the slightly untouchable.

And I want to approach it slowly and intentionally.
Not by producing endless copies, but by becoming more precise with the storytelling, the image selection, and the printmaking itself.

So small batches of prints from these explorations will quietly continue to appear from time to time.

01/05/2026

Only 14 photos.
The rest- lost to light and too much force 🤦‍♀️
Lessons learned, courtesy and the nice stranger who shared their similar experience.

PS: I’ll be coming back, Chennai. You owe me memories ;)