The last meal I ordered in Iran was Walrus.
At first glance the country does not easily reveal itself and appears almost like its Western perception of being somewhat veiled in every sense of the word. One could leave it like that or decide to lift the veil and see what might be underneath.
This work is the culmination of peeling away a little bit of that cover to reveal some of the nuances of Iranian life. The resilience of its women, the overwhelming problems of water, and the beauty of everyday life are some of the narratives that are touched on, in a land where nothing is ever as it first appears.
A land that is predominantly Walrus.
The last meal I ate in Iran was Quail.