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Faraz contacted me a few days ago ‘cos he lost all the pics we took together, and it got me remembering the most hot, manic and exhausting Elska Shoot Week ever – that for our Elska Mumbai edition. But it was also perhaps the most wonderful issue to shoot, thanks in no small part to lovely local boys like Faraz. 

See more of him and read his absolutely nasty little poem “In Search of Foreskin” in Elska Mumbai.

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Cops… with Prabhat P

It was the third shoot for the Mumbai issue, and the third time that a cop came to interrupt our work. There was no reason for it, just a case of trying to assert authority, intimidate, and perhaps fish for bribes. In each instance, having a local with me diffused things, and fortunately no harm came, but it was frustrating. Prabhat taught me to just move along if a cop showed up, and to hide my camera when not using it.

When I was a teenager, I was pulled over by a cop for some traffic offense that I hadn’t realised I’d done. When I saw the flashing lights and heard the siren coming behind me, I kept pulling away, changing lanes to let him pass, not knowing he was after me. So when I did pull over, the cop’s anger was high. He wrote me a ticket and gave it to me with a big dose of profanity.

I decided not to pay the fine but go to court instead. The reason wasn’t to argue that I wasn’t at fault, but just to inconvenience the cop by making him attend court. Also, I wanted a moment with the judge and public to call him out for his bad behaviour. The cop was defensive, but the judge apologised on his behalf and slapped him on the wrist.

Since then I’ve not been good with the police, or with authority in general. Lucky for me, this was the last time that the Mumbai fuzz bothered me. One more time and I probably would have lost my cool and ended up writing this from an Indian jail instead of on my comfortable sofa with a cat purring on my lap.

To see more of Prabhat P and to read his story, pick up Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).

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Why we chose Bombay… with Saif G

As we come to the end of April, with a new Elska edition a week away, I wonder if we’ll ever get back to India for another issue. I certainly would like to return, but if we did , what city would be choose? To answer that, I’m going to go into why we chose Bombay in the first place and what other cities were considered.

1) Delhi – This is the city that most foreign tourists end up in, partly because it’s near the great Taj Mahal, and partly because its sister New Delhi is the country’s capital. But during our research, time and time again people told us that Dilliwalas are awful people – rude, arrogant and exceptionally superficial. I’m sure it’s an exaggeration and perhaps even plain wrong, but it was enough to put me off.

2) Calcutta – I’d always been intrigued by the Bengali capital. Perhaps it’s due to my Catholic schooling where every day we were asked to pray for the Pope and “Mother Theresa and the starving people of Calcutta”. Seriously, it was only ever those two my church focused on! Anyway, the feedback I had was that it’s an amazing city, but not one recommended for your first time in India due to the extremes of life here… so it was put on the shelf.

3) Pune – I actually got contacted by a boy in Pune wanting to be in Elska Magazine. I kinda fobbed him off, saying that I’d consider it if he could find some more boys to take part. To my surprise, he did. But even though 2 ½ million people live in Pune, I didn’t think that even a fraction of readers would have heard of it, so I rejected it for the sake of marketing ease.

4) Amritsar – Just when I was almost sure that Mumbai would be the choice, one of the boys who would be photographed for the issue almost swayed us away. Why? It’s ‘cos he said that the most beautiful men in India are from Punjab, and its most beautiful city is Amritsar. I was certainly intrigued, but with a small population (by Indian standards) of under a million, it seemed a risky choice. Plus, with nearly all of India’s actors and models from this rather light-skinned state, we’ve probably already seen enough from Punjab.

5) Mumbai – As the biggest Indian city, it seemed like a safe bet that we’d be able to find enough guys to participate here. Indeed two of the guys in the issue, Anzie V and Saif G, came to our attention before we even decided to come to India at all. With two guys under our belt before we even started looking, I was excited. So for those of you thinking it’s a waste of time to ask us to come to your city, know that we definitely listen to your requests, and like with Mumbai, we may even follow through.

To see more of Saif G and to read his story, pick up a copy of Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).

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I love you and loathe you… with Aarash K from Mumbai

I knew this boy was gonna be trouble before we ever met. When I first made contact with Aarash before my trip to India, he was totally keen on taking part in Elska but also way too casual about the details. When I told him he needed to write a story, the response was “no problem”; when I tried to schedule our shoot, he’d say “just let me know when you get to Mumbai”… I didn’t hold my breath, so when we finally did meet, I was surprised. 

Yet despite my worries, we had an amazing shoot. He took me on the back of his bike and rode me around his neighbourhood, stopping in loads of interesting spots. His district, Kurla, was a fascinating mix of old and new, decrepit and modern. One particularly striking sight was a landscape of still-empty apartment blocks lining a street filled waist high with rubbish (a local even stopped by thinking I was a journalist and asked me to please draw attention to the dumping). Another sight was an area of shops selling just car parts. And then another was a square of gleaming international office buildings (where we stopped for tea and cake). A truly mixed up sort of place, which I love. And then it was time to go back to Aarash’s place for the more intimate shots.

It was such a great day that my doubts about Aarash went away. And then I waited for him to send his story. And I waited and waited and waited. So long that I prepared an alternate version of the issue without him. And then, just at the last minute, his story came. Oh Aarash, I love you and loathe you at once, kinda like how I feel about Bombay!

To see more of Aarash K and to read that story, pick up Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).

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The nude that got away… with Nihal S

Every guy I shot nude in Mumbai was surprised that they weren’t the only guys to strip off for the issue. It seems that they assumed their city to be a lot more conservative than it was. As it turned out, it’s one of our most naked issues yet.

With Nihal S, however, there was never any intention to shoot him nude. Instead we met in Khotachiwadi, a former Portuguese district of Mumbai that’s also one of its most colourful and unique. We took photos around the streets and chatted along the way, finishing in a little café to cool off with well-deserved some lemonade… and you can tell he’s hot in the picture, right?!

As we sat in the café Nihal asked if we could do a nude shoot after all. It seems that he’d thought about it but needed to meet me first, you know, to be sure I wasn’t a creep or pervert. Satisfied that I was on the level, he was ready to join the other Bombay boys into nakedness. Unfortunately there really wasn’t enough time in the schedule to do it. But hey, Nihal gives me another reason on a long list of why I should go back to India.

To see more of Nihal S and to read his story, pick up a copy of Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).

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The boy looks pretty… with Sanky E from Mumbai

When this Elska thing started, I was open to shooting any guy. It wasn’t out of principal, but simply because I was too naive to think that one type of guy would be more marketable than another. Over time I learned both that certain types of men are indeed “better” than others commercially, but also that Elska’s decision to ignore that commercial fact was in itself a selling point of Elska. Yet when I met Sanky E for our shoot, I felt somehow uncomfortable. And even after the shoot, before even looking at the images, I told myself that I wouldn’t include the pics in the issue.

It wasn’t age, race, or body type, but rather style that put me off. It seems that I had a problem with the fact that he wore make-up. I’ve shot guys with piercings, tattoos, beards, bellies, even straight guys and trans guys… but suddenly I meet a guy wearing make-up and I’m drawing a line? 

But rather than accept my rejection of Sanky as some personal preference, I tried to think about why it bothered me. Honestly, as best as I can think, his make-up was a symbol of effeminacy that reminded me of my struggles with my sexuality as a young teenager. When kids in school called me ‘faggot’ or tried to mimic my voice, I did two things. First I withdrew to become a very quiet kid, trying to be invisible. Second I tried to butch myself up, teaching myself how I could walk and talk like a “man”. Needless to say, as I got older I thought I changed. That is until, I saw this Sanky with his preened hair, plucked eyebrows and beat face. 

So I  decided to just get over it and publish the images, ‘cos Sanky deserves to be equally with the other Mumbai boys. And, well, the boy looks pretty. Nothing wrong with that!

To see more of Sanky E and to read his story, pick up Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).

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A great gift… with Faraz A from Mumbai

Faraz was the last guy shot for the Mumbai issue, although he was one of the first guys found for it. The thing is, he’s a really busy guy, very dedicated to making the first LGBT Indian silent film S i s a k. When we did finally get together, he helped make a perfect goodbye to Elska’s Indian adventure.

Faraz knows the city exceptionally well, and what I really mean is that he knows the best shops, the best restaurants, the best cafés, the best everything that the city has to offer. When we met in Kala Ghoda, I was at once in love and annoyed that I hadn’t found the neighbourhood sooner. He took me to this fantastic café where we had hot chocolate and some sort of ridiculously good cake made out of ground cashew nuts. Then he showed me around the rest of the area while I shot him, directing me to all the other places I’d missed out on and now wouldn’t have the time to see. In the end, Faraz gave me a great gift: a huge list of reasons to come back to India. One day I hope I will, and you better be there waiting for me, Faraz!

To see more of Faraz A and to read his text, pick up a copy of Elska Magazine issue (10) Mumbai (India).