The Making : Tasha

Steve McCurry : Unveiling the face of war

the sketch am working on..
Was in search of an unconventional, less stereotyped face..
Thanks to Jyothi Rangan..


In the shade of an open tent flap, photographer Steve McCurry immortalized the haunted eyes of a 12-year-old refugee in a camp on the Afghanistan-Pakistan border.

The girl’s piercing green eyes, shocked with hints of blue and fear, gave away her story. Soviet helicopters destroyed her village and family, forcing her to make a two-week trek out of the perilous mountains of Afghanistan.

“This portrait summed up for me the trauma and plight, and the whole situation of suddenly having to flee your home and end up in refugee camp, hundreds of miles away,” McCurry says of the photo that became a National Geographic icon after it was published on the cover in June 1985.

He had come across her two years earlier, while working on a story about the millions of refugees who fled Afghanistan during the Soviet invasion. That was also the only time he saw this nameless face, despite numerous efforts to relocate her after the camp she stayed in was evacuated.

Since then, this raw, untouched image has been used on rugs and tattoos, making it one of the most widely reproduced photos in the world, McCurry says.

“I don’t a think a week has gone by for 15 or however many years that I still don’t get requests from people, trying to get information on her,” he says.

PAINTED ON MY HEART - The Cult [Gone in 60 Seconds OST]

I thought you’d be out of my mind
And I’d finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you

But it’s just not so
And after all this time, I still can’t let go

I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I’ve tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can’t seem to

I guess it’s just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

And I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I’m trying to escape you
And I know there ain’t no way to
To chase you from my mind

I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby

I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I’ve still got your face
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart

The Making : Preity

The Making : Blonde

An American Prayer Booklet

The Doors were somewhat of an anomaly in the rock pantheon. In their heyday they weren't folk or jazz and while some rock critics called their music "acid rock" they weren't part of the peace-and-love Airplane-Dead-Quicksilver acid-rock sound of San Francisco. They had nothing in common with the English invasion, or even pop music in general though they generated three Number 1 hit singles, and while New York City was good to the Doors-almost to the point of adopting them as their own-they were still a league apart from the Velvet Underground, despite a mutual affinity for dark and somber themes. They weren't even part of the folk-rock scene which dominated Los Angeles in those days, in the music of the Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, and the like. Even among the hierarchy that includes Elvis, Joplin, and Hendrix, they were a world unto themselves. " A strange and haunting world," as Jim himself once said, "suggestive of a new and wild west."

To get the best view of Jim Morrison you must go through the Doors and the most important thing to remember about the Doors is that they were a band and each individual formed a side of the diamond that was the whole. One night, on the road, just before the concert was to begin, a disc jockey climbed on the stage to introduce the act: "Ladies and gentlemen, " he announced to the audience, "please welcome Jim Morrison and the Doors!" There was the customary applause. As the DJ walked down the stairs leading from the stage, Jim pulled him aside and said, "Uh-uh, man, you go back up there and introduce us right." The DJ panicked. "What did I say? What did I do? " "It's The Doors, " Jim said, "the name of the band is The Doors."