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My Teaching Experience Published in Standing Voices Blog

about 5 years ago

Shooting the Rosewater Festival in Qamsar for Atlas Obscura

about 6 years ago

My teaching experience with Standing Voice In Ukerewe Island

about 6 years ago

Bringing an Iranian Oasis Back from the Dead

about 7 years ago

Chemical Martyrs

about 7 years ago

Officially Selected for MalatestaShort Film Festival

about 7 years ago

Officially selected at ONE SHOT Film Festival In Armenia

about 8 years ago

Exhibited In Craft & Folk Art Museum in LA

about 8 years ago

Between a Barrel and a Border: A Look at Gas Smugglers in Iran

about 8 years ago

Shooting Prominent Scientists in Tehran for the Science Magazine

about 8 years ago

A Special Award from the Bosnian Film Festival

about 8 years ago

My Photo Published in Science Magazine Vol 352

about 8 years ago

Shooting for The UNHCR In Geneva

about 9 years ago

Featured on GRRYO

about 9 years ago

Dariush Shayegan Shoot for H&H Financial Times

about 9 years ago

My Photo Published on the Cover of Science

about 9 years ago

Featured by Huffington Post

about 10 years ago

Featured by GettyReportage both on their blog and Instagram

about 10 years ago

Finalist of Afdesta Online Photography Festival

about 10 years ago

A Visual Journey through Iran : Sistan&Baluchistan

about 11 years ago

My Visual Memoir

It was a hot, sunny day, and we danced in endless fluctuations, breaking waves and clapping sounds echoing into the far distance, mingling in indiscriminate rhythms. Enchanted and carefree, we moved under the glimmering sun, which shone relentlessly upon us, lifting us high into the sky, evaporating us into streams of clouds. From afar, our movements appeared abstract and dull, the same dance now airy and flowing. Below, the vast sea lay in slumber, calm and forgetful, caught in a slow, constant trance, reflecting our forms in its dark azure mirror. This mirror bespoke of a face that slowly changed and dissolved into the void, yet the wind guided us aimlessly, formless and free. As we rose higher into the cold, we yearned to fall back, and so we did, dropping in a drizzle this time into a small lake. There, the fragrance of a fragmented flower floated on the wavy surface, gazed by the cold eyes of an old silent hermit. He sat by the lake, retelling our tale to himself—a tale recounted endlessly by unfathomable minds before him. . Pushkar Lake/India/2023 Music : @b.pioulard

Photojournalism

Between a Barrel and a Border: A Look at Gas Smugglers in Iran

January 17, 2017 in Iran

Published and Interviewed in the Viewfind website about my on-ongoing photo project of the gas-smugglers in Baluchistan.

ViewFind Article

My Photo Published in Science Magazine Vol 352

June 24, 2016 in Iran, Magazine