Today was not a very good day, says Talgy, the photographer who works from a studio tucked into the hallway of a residential building close to my studio. It was not a good day because his mobile phone was stolen. "A man came into my studio," says Talgy, "to have his picture taken. Afterwards he asked if he could use my mobile for a moment. No problem, I said. Some other people walked into the store and the man who was using my telephone went outside and disappeared. I have his picture though'" and he holds up the portrait of the telephone thief. The man in the picture doesn't look like a thief at all.
His father was also a photographer, and he points to
the black-and-white portrait hanging on the wall. It's a picture of an elegantly dressed man with dark-rimmed spectacles and shiny black wavy hair. I ask him about his daily routine and he says he opens up at 10 and closes at 9:30 at night. His favorite time of day would be early in the morning, when he arrives in his photo studio and has his first cigarette with a cup of hot coffee. But why don't you ask me what my favourite color is?