Picturing Time: The Greatest Photographs of Raghu Rai

by Raghu Rai

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Author: Raghu Rai

Languages: English

Number Of Pages: 192

Binding: Hardcover

Package Dimensions: 9.5 x 6.9 x 0.8 inches

Release Date: 31-12-2015

Details: Product Description 50 years of exceptional images and the stories behind them. In Picturing Time, Raghu Rai, India’s greatest living photographer, puts together the finest pictures he has taken over the course of a career that spans fifty years. His photographs of war, faith, monuments like the Taj Mahal, ordinary Indians, our greatest leaders, saints and charlatans, deserts and much else besides in black and white, and in colour, are imprinted on our memory. However, they have never been collected before in a single book. To add to our appreciation of these extraordinary pictures, most of them are accompanied by the photographer’s insights into how, when and why the photographs were taken. To mark this landmark in his legendary career, he has put together, for the first time, the definitive selection of his finest pictures, across a variety of themes, along with the stories behind the photographs. Timeless, often unsettling, and always unforgettable, these pictures will change the way we see our world. Features: A book to mark the fiftieth anniversary of Raghu Rai’s career as one of the world’s greatest living photographers. Raghu Rai has published almost 40 books of photographs. This is the first time he has made a personal selection of his greatest pictures. Nearly 200 photographs along with stories of how, when and where the pictures were taken. Guaranteed widespread media coverage on TV, in the print media and online. Book Description Taj Mahal, 1985 I began photographing the Taj Mahal upon the insistence of Desmond Doig, who felt it needed to be seen from a fresh creative perspective. A few years later, I was flying with Air Force Chief Mulgaonkar over Ladakh where the press was being shown border security exercises carried out by the armed forces. I mentioned to him that I had been taking pictures of the Taj for three to four years and had taken photographs of it from every angle in nearly every season, from the village side, the river side, and there was only one side missing. He smiled and asked me what I wanted. I asked if he could organize a helicopter for me so I could take a picture of the Taj from the air. He immediately called his PR man, Sqn Ldr Malik, to coordinate with Air Force headquarters in Agra, and arranged for me to fly over the Taj Mahal for an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. It was an old transport plane and they opened the big hatch with a strong wind blowing through. To keep me from being blown away, two guys held me in a sort of harness. I shot from different angles, it was so profoundly beautiful and fascinating. Even M.F. Hussain, himself a painter of such stature, congratulated me on this picture, it was something very special to him. Indira in a Congress meeting, 1969 It was said of Indira Gandhi that she was ‘the only man in her cabinet’. Here she is in a meeting, surrounded by MLAs from Gujarat who had come to her with a proposal. R. K. Dhawan, who was Mrs Gandhi’s personal secretary, used to be the guy who handled everything for her. Whatever anybody’s agenda, he would help them, he was the middleman between the Congressmen and Mrs. Gandhi. And you can see how he, too, is waiting along with all the Congressmen for the Big Boss to sanction papers. Family holiday in Goa, 2010 The setting was perfect—it was getting dark, the clouds were intensifying, there was a stranded ship near the shore (which I thought I could hijack). Mango trees near Haridwar, 1996 My father was a circle superintendent with the Punjab irrigation department and my childhood was spent near canals. Growing up there were mango orchards and other plantations all around us. I came across these mango groves on my way to Haridwar and they instantly transported me to my childhood. Diving at the Baoli, 1971 At the sixteenth-century Agrasen Baoli in Connaught Place when it still had water in it. Years later, the writer Sam Miller showed this picture to the