Bombay Is Tha Bomb!
Almost the minute I landed in Bombay (the newer nationalistic title is Mumbai, but many still refer to it as Bombay) I felt completely at home- despite the 23 hours of flight time it took from Los Angeles to get there. My first impressions of Bombay was like this mesmerizing buzzing metropolis, totally living and breathing, completely alive and thoroughly dynamic. It really is the New York of India. I love it.
I also want to preface my photos by saying- I am the lamest ever and didn't take nearly enough photos to fully express the fullness of Bombay and India in general. But I was working! So my photos are really little snippets in passing....
This was my view from the Taj President Hotel where we were staying:
Just a street view while passing:
One morning I arose to this total ruckus. Later I asked the front desk what it was- it was a vegetarian protest! Protesting the eating of meat- how cool is that?? Only in India! As far as my simple American mind knows...
I scrawled my name on the wall of the nightclub, called the Ghetto, in Bombay, where we worked. Go before they paint over it! It's on the wall you face as you walk in. Go! Feel my heat...I was there, baby, and no dull Sharpie could stop my graffiti...Beat Street, King of the Beat...I am a tagging queen. Y'all suckah MC tagging crews better check it, 'cause mama's been to India...shiiiiiiiit.
The gateway of India across from the Taj Palace Hotel
That's all I have to show...totally lame. But whatevs...