I have oft waxed adoring of my friend Jiffer Bourguignon – the story of my old housemate can be found here and my usual penchant for picture recreation can be found here. Not content to get her post-grad degree from Columbia and watch lots of network television like the rest of us, Jiffer decided to go to Afghanistan and see what could be done. This, might I remind you, is someone who used to steal my Pop Tarts so often that I had to padlock my kitchen cabinet.
She has sent a number of pictures from the scene, making her the second close friend to report back from the Afghani front [oldtime blog readers might remember my interview with Colin Soloway (the reporter who discovered John Walker Lindh, the “American Taliban”) a few hours before the Marines took Baghdad].
Jif’s pics were so evocative that I asked her if I could post some on the blog. She said I could, and if she has a few minutes on Afghanistan dial-up, maybe she can say a few words in the comments section.
This first one is the most haunting to me; she called it “What It’s Like to Be a Woman Here”:
This Afghani girl was at the same bazaar:
This is Jiffer herself grabbing kebabs:
Near the marketplace:
The famous “blue mosque” of Mazar-Ali in Mazar-i-Sharif:
On New Year’s Day of the Afghan year 1384, the spectators watch…
…a game of Bushkazi, basically polo with the body of a headless calf as the “ball.”