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Like Every Day by Shadi Ghadirian

Shadi Ghadirian (born 1974) is an Iranian woman photographer who continues to live and work in Tehran. Born shortly after the Iranian revolution, she was one of the first to graduate in photography from the University of Azad (in Tehran). After finishing her B. A., Ghadirian began her professional career as a photographer. She says that “quite by accident”, the subjects of her first two series were “women”. Her work is intimately linked to her identity as a Muslim woman living in Iran. Nonetheless, her art also deals with issues relevant to women living in other parts of the world. She questions the role of women in society and explores ideas of censorship, religion, modernity, and the status of women.

Her ‘Like Every Day’ Series was made after her marriage to fellow photographer, Peyman Hooshmand-zadeh. In this body of work, Ghadirian comments upon the daily repetitive routine to which many women find themselves consigned and by which many women are defined. Each of these color photographs depicts a figure draped in patterned fabric in place of the typical Iranian chador. However, instead of a face, each figure has a common household item such as an iron, a tea cup, a broom, a pot or a pan.

In one her interviews, while talking about her ‘Like Everyday’ Series she says “In my photos you see women wearing flowery chadors. It’s a kind of chador that women always wear inside the houses, they are colorful. In these photos you cannot see their faces. You can see, for example, a cup or things related to the household, things instead of their face”. While commenting on the life of women encumbered by domesticity, she says “I travel a lot and I see many many women around the world and I realize that it’s the woman, it’s the mother that’s always worried what should the baby eat. And if they are doctor, if they are teacher, if they are photographer, if they are housewife it doesn’t matter. In their mind they are always thinking about these things. It’s a part of the women’s life I think.”

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