This website was born from the story of an elderly man, guided by his young grandson, pleading for help on the rusted shores of Chittagong, Bangladesh. Years of relentless labor in the ship-breaking yards had stolen his sight, leaving him in darkness.
His story opened mine.
It compelled me to explore the hidden costs of industries we rarely stop to consider. Not to document the environmental or labor tragedies already reported, but to visually capture something more elusive—the transformation from life to death, from grandeur to scrap, from motion to stillness.
This website was born from the story of an elderly man, guided by his young grandson, pleading for help on the rusted shores of Chittagong, Bangladesh. Years of relentless labor in the ship-breaking yards had stolen his sight, leaving him in darkness.
His story opened mine.
It compelled me to explore the hidden costs of industries we rarely stop to consider. Not to document the environmental or labor tragedies already reported, but to visually capture something more elusive—the transformation from life to death, from grandeur to scrap, from motion to stillness.