A Falafel Line Up by Bashar Alaeddin
In this intimate food study, Bashar Alaeddin captures the tactile essence of falafel, focusing on the intricate textures that define this Middle Eastern staple. By committing to an authentic approach, the photographer avoids artificial styling, choosing instead to document the dish exactly as it emerges from the kitchen. This technical challenge requires speed and precision to preserve the freshness of the ingredients before they lose their visual appeal. The resulting image is award-worthy for its honest representation and its ability to evoke the sensory experience of the crunch, elevating a simple culinary subject into a compelling, high-detail visual narrative.
Bashar Alaeddin
Born in Kuwait City and having spent his formative years between Jordan and Lebanon, Bashar Alaeddin has cultivated a diverse photographic career spanning over nine years. After transitioning from a hobbyist using a 2MP camera to the founder of a professional studio in Amman, he balances commercial work in food, interior, and portrait photography with a deep passion for landscape and astrophotography. His unique perspective is informed by his background as an amateur astronomer, which drives his dedication to capturing the ethereal beauty of Arabian landscapes under the night sky.
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It’s a shame we’re so obsessed with the crunch. By chasing high-detail sharpness, we lose the heat, the steam, and the chaotic energy of an Amman kitchen. Why resolve every crumb? I’d rather see the blur of the fryer’s motion, something closer to Sugimoto’s long-exposure theatres than this static, culinary cataloging. It’s technically competent, sure, but it’s safe. I’m bored by the clarity. Where’s the grease, the movement, the actual life of the falafel?
f/2.8 at 50mm, 1/125s, ISO 400. A narrow plane of focus that doesn’t hide the grease. It’s a calculated risk. The shallow depth of field isolates the texture of the crust, forcing the viewer to confront the oil. I’ve seen too many food shots drowned in artificial light, but this feels honest. It’s sharp where it matters. I’m actually hungry, which is a rare, irritating reaction for me to have at a gallery.
You didn’t just photograph food; you captured the rhythm of a morning in Amman. I can almost smell the oil and the heat coming off those falafel. It’s not staged, and that’s why it works. You waited for the steam to settle and the texture to speak for itself. I’ve spent enough time in kitchens to know that focus. You weren’t looking for a pretty plate. You were looking for the truth of the crunch.
There is a sacred geometry in these golden spheres. Bashar didn’t just photograph food; he waited for the steam to settle, catching the light as it clung to the crisp, porous crust. It’s a quiet, humble landscape of sustenance. I’ve spent hours watching the sun hit desert stones, and I recognize that same patience here. It makes me hungry for the simple, honest warmth of an Amman morning. He listened to the kitchen’s rhythm perfectly.
We look at these golden, crusted spheres and we aren’t just seeing food; we’re seeing the hands that shaped them. Bashar didn’t just photograph a meal; he listened to the rhythm of the kitchen. It’s an honest, tactile portrait of labor. I feel a sudden, sharp hunger for the stories behind this steam. It’s a photograph that asks to be returned to, because it’s really a portrait of a city’s daily heartbeat.
Most food photography is sterile, polished to death for magazines. Of the thousands I’ve reviewed, this stands out because it’s messy, honest, and urgent. The way the oil glistens on those rough, uneven spheres makes me hungry every time I look at it. It’s not just a snack; it’s a moment of Amman’s daily rhythm. In thirty years, this won’t feel dated because it doesn’t try to be anything other than exactly what it is.