Bees is a story of struggling and coping, told by someone with intimate knowledge of self-mutilation. Creative, powerful and exceptionally photographed. NOTE: This essay contains images that some viewers may find disturbing.
“Oh, fuck! It stinks!”
That is the first thought in my mind after reaching a colony where the parcels are not only “Parcels”, they are the object of conflicts here. They are the objects of life.
A fleeting view of one of the many Dance Bars in India, in which adult entertainment in the form of dances by relatively well-covered women are performed for male patrons in exchange for cash.