New single ”Otson laulu / Ghar aaja” out now on streaming platforms!✨
A blend of Finnish melancholy and the pulse of Mumbai, born out of a creative collaboration with @raghavmeattle at @firstwav studio last year 🇮🇳🎶🇫🇮
Cover art created by @aashim 📷🎨
Credits:
Produced by: @prathambarapatre
Mix & Master: @rsbhau
Stream it now on Spotify, Apple Music and other platforms!
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📷 @yumpri
Frognerparken in Oslo is where the body becomes monument and the monument becomes memory. Gustav Vigeland’s sculptures, carved in granite and cast in bronze, move through rhythm, fragility, and endurance, while the grills, shadows, and sheer scale give the park its strange, almost theatrical intensity, tracing a life from first breath to final farewell.
All photographs shot in August 2017.
Select Prints are available for purchase.
They don’t make movies, movie theatres or definitely the movie theatre typography the way they used to.
Street°Type°Archive is my way of holding onto that lost feeling and the textural, physical layer of the city through letterforms: the theatres that once announced films like news, the neon, concrete, metal and hand‑painted titles that became cultural markers.
Here are a few from the archive.
1. Tulsi, Lucknow – 2008
2. Novelty, Bombay – 2022
3. Kokers Komplex (Lido & Mymoon), Ernakulam – 2010
4. Jaibharat, Lucknow – 2017
5. Regal, Bombay – 2010
6. Palace Talkies, Bombay – 2024
7. Eros, Bombay – 2016
8. Aradhana, Baroda – 2024
9. Meghraj, Bombay – 2024
10. Broadway, Chennai – 2023
11. Central, Madurai – 2010
12. Sridar Cinemas – 2010
13. Chaplin, Calcutta – 2013
14. Mayfair, Lucknow – 2017
15. Tribhuvan, Bangalore – 2011
16. Metro, Calcutta – 2013
17. Roxy, Calcutta – 2013
18. Society Cinema, Calcutta – 2013
19. Elite, Calcutta – 2013
20. Pratap, Baroda – 2024
When I photographed these houses, I was responding to this convergence of movement: the migration of people and the migration of ideas, both embedded in locked doors and fading paint. At the time, the work felt observational, even quiet. I did not expect the photographs to reach those who had left, nor to have such a strong impact.
Read the article on Substack.
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I was introduced to Tamade on my 2023 visit to Osaka.
A hyperlocal supermarket that feels like it’s glowing from within. Neon everywhere, type piled on type, a kind of visual excess that makes perfect sense once you’re inside it.
It stands for something simple. Affordable food, all day, every day, for whoever needs it.
There’s a story people like to tell. That it came up during a financial crisis, with quiet backing by the Yakuza to make sure neighbourhoods would always have access to cheap groceries. The aesthetic, pulled from pachinko parlours, pushing against an otherwise grim moment.
After decades, even Tamade is changing hands. Likely to be softened, cleaned up, made to fit a different idea of the city.
This kind of design doesn’t really survive that kind of a rebrand and who knows what will remain.
But fragments do. In photographs, in memory, in personal archives. I’m certain @adriennehruby has her own version of it tucked away somewhere.
For me, this is part of @streettypearchive . Trying to hold on to these visual languages as they slip away.
Spent some time at the @wasilva_museum with @pathumego and his team as part of @openhousecolombo festivities Such a fun space with some great type ephemera, artefacts from the author W A Silva’s personal collection of manuscripts and books. The space also has a working albion press. Thanks to Pathum, Natasha, Prashanna, Alicia and Mr Ravi for having me. Hope to be back soon!
And oh, if the cat chooses you. You are alright.
@streettypearchive@akurucollective@mooniakhq
In Hokkaido, winter settles like a comfortable silence. The air holds its breath, colours fade into pale blues and silver, with unexpected bursts of colour, life and texture that makes winter in Japan special.
All photos from January 2026.
Goodbye B Merwan & Co..
The cover of my Bombay Eats zine and was shot here, it’s a phot that’ll always be special to me.
That beautiful type and the signboard will slip into memory now, along with the best mawa cake the city had to offer along with the many cups of chai and makhan pav had during type walks or while meeting friends ( Hi Jez!).
A place where the Bombay briefly slowed down.
xx
At Hikiniku to Come - Fukuoka
Three charcoal-grilled patties, served one at a time.
Freshly ground, made to order. Local rice, perfectly cooked.
First, just the patty.
Second, with ponzu and daikon.
Last, over hot rice with a raw egg cracked on top.
nom
@hikiniku.to.come
