travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture, floral details, colour palette, ceiling, walls, pretty, girl at the window
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture, floral details, colour palette, ceiling, walls, pretty
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture, floral details, colour palette, ceiling, walls, pretty
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture, floral details, colour palette, ceiling, walls, pretty
travel photography, rhea gupte, udaipur, rajasthan, palace, details, aesthetics, India, royal, architecture

Project Brief

Travel Photography

Client

Personal Project

Concept

Capturing motifs, colour palettes, textures and architectural details of Udaipur’s City Palace.

Credits

Photography by Rhea Gupte

Location

Udaipur, Rajasthan, India

Growing up, travel was limited to mini family vacations a short drive from Mumbai. Back when Lonavla was more forest and less ‘cool’, thus by default, cooler; literally and figuratively. My sister and I were armed with our parent’s red Kodak film camera along with atrocious matching fluorescent tights in a copious range of colour, one for each vacation day, which said camera bares haunting proof of till date. Vacations meant unlimited fun and the thorough documentation of the same, to be developed months later, when the film was finally satiated, eagerly awaited in the form of our dear photo albums. Prized possessions of most households, including mine.

A dying practice, one may say. An inconvenience or even a waste of time, one may argue, when every picture one may want to look back at, can now fit into the palm of one’s hand. Thus, there neither exists a stack of butter-papered albums that one may browse through on a rainy day such as this one; nor does the digital version carry the musty fragrance of the dead roses tucked away on the last page.

The truth is, one too many hair cuts and colours later, I realise that I barely have any tactile memories of the past several years. (Save for everything created for this space, but one may argue whether those qualify as memories to begin with.) Times have changed and I have changed with them, adapting to newer formats and newer goals. Yet, how I would like to nurture a little stack of albums, with which I could spend an hour or two, reminiscing. About everything, from walking wide-eyed through the palaces in Udaipur marvelling at colours and motifs to a simple day in the kitchen scrambling some eggs, capturing the laughter and moments of every journey, seeing a pile of memories physically grow in a little corner of my home. Only to bring back the joy of sifting through a time capsule.





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    1. Hi Smita! Hope you are able to plan a trip soon. I am glad to be a window to capturing a fraction of the beauty this place is. 🙂

  1. such a beautiful read. Its actually raining right now, and this post made me want to browse through a childhood photo album