Posts Tagged ‘bhutan’

an 8 year old bhutanese girl on Norzin Lam after school

August 7, 2017

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In everyday Bhutanese traditional clothes — Toego & Kira.

Thimphu, Bhutan. 2014.


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Namzay & Yiwang, granddaughters of the second king of Bhutan

July 22, 2017

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“We both love basketball and soccer. We have been playing basketball together ever since we learnt how to dribble the ball in class 4. I captained Bhutanese basketball team in various tournaments and my sister runs a football club.

The Kira I am wearing in the picture was given to me by my mother which was handed down to her by her mother. It is an old pattern called the Hothra. The green blouse I am wearing is called Wonju and it is made of silk. The yellow jacket over the Kira is called a Tego and it is made of brocade. My necklace has a strand of cat’s eye stones with gold dorji and coral stones.

When we were little, we used to dress the same with every color matching, but now our style is very different.

I am currently listening to Ed Sheeran & The Weeknd while my sister is into hip-hop and she loves T.I.” — Namzay


Thimphu, Bhutan. March 2014.


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Working Class | Street Style Bhutan

March 7, 2014

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Bhutanese woman.

Photographed on Norzin Lam Street in Thimphu, Bhutan.

Everyday Wear | Street Style Bhutan

February 26, 2014

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Bhutanese man and woman. 

Man is wearing the Gho — traditional/national dress for men in Bhutan.

Photographed on Norzin Lam Street in Thimphu, Bhutan.

The Following | Street Style Bhutan

February 25, 2014

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Old Bhutanese woman. Photographed on the main market street in ParoBhutan. 

It was getting dark and the only three people I stopped for photos had refused and I had nothing else to do so I decided to follow her just to see where she was going. We crossed through the entire Paro market stretch — she stopped thrice for a moment each time to greet people who recognised her. We crossed the taxi stand, my hotel, further off on an unfamiliar road. By now we’d been walking for about 20 minutes until she crossed the road for no apparent reason to me and then we were walking parallel to each other and then somehow I got ahead of her and she crossed the road back again and then she was walking behind me..