Indian army officers from northernmost region, Ladakh, march on Indian Independence Day.
Moroccan man of indigenous Amazigh descent hides from the midday heat in Fes medina.
Traditionally dressed Ladakhi women dance at annual festival, Takmachik, India.
Nomadic grandmother tells me of her fears for the future of Mongolian lifestyle. By replacing horses with Harley’s, she worries the technology they have become reliant on will spell their very own demise.
At the world's largest human gathering, the Kumbh Mela, a sadhu gives out food to worshippers. Nasik, Maharashtra.
Widow and mother of four, a Mongolian woman stitches winter boots to sell in the city's markets.
A Ladakhi woman shades her face from the sun whilst watching traditional dance. Takmachik, Ladakh, India.
Fruit and vegetable seller poses in an underground market in Beijing, China.
A Russian woman breaks for a cigarette over the Neva River, St Petersburg.
At the world's largest human gathering, the Kumbh Mela, a sadhu tells me of his path to renunciation.
A girl performs wudu, ablutions, outside a mosque during Ramadan in Fes, Morocco.
A boy helping out his family in the souq of Fes medina, Morocco.
A local man sits awaiting customers in McLeod Ganj, Himachal Pradesh, India.
Kashmiri girl waits for the bus with her family, Srinigar, India.
At the annual Torchlight Procession in Edinburgh, Scotland, people commemorate an ancient Viking tradition.
A veiled woman crosses the valley whilst harvesting crops in Asni, Morocco.
Naga Baba-ji tells me we have met in a previous cycle of samsara. My karma has brought me back to him. I am not a ‘Westerner’. I am not a ‘woman. I am like him, paramātmā. The Primordial Self, identical with Brahma, the Absolute.
The oldest resident of Kathputli colony, who refuses to relocate.
Rajasthani migrant to Kathputli Colony, Delhi, washes her dishes in the beating heat.
Traditionally dressed Mongolian men search for snuff boxes at Ulaanbaatar's Black Market.
Polish commuters wait at a traffic light in deep winter. Krakow, Poland.
Jagdish, a puppeteer of Kathputli colony, Delhi, tells me of how he was married to his wife on a plate as a baby.
Pictured through the wooden gauze that separates women from the men's prayer room, a man reads the Holy Qur'an during Ramadhan in a madrasa, Fes.
Two young girls living in the world's largest community of street performers laugh as I photograph them. Delhi, India.
Woman in Kathputli colony, who risks losing her home in a scheme to demolish an artist's slum to build five star hotels.
"The one who drowns in the illusion of greed will not cross the river", at Kumbh Mela, Nasik, Maharashtra, India.
Mongolian monks peruse their smart phones outside Gan Dan Monastery in the world's coldest capital, Ulaanbaatar.
Sipping milky sweet chai, I listen to traditional music with sadhus at the Kumbh Mela festival.
A main thoroughfare in Delhi's Kathputli colony, the world's largest community of street performers.
In Likhir village, at over 3,000m, a young girl watches cartoons after returning from school. Ladakh, India.
In Moscow, Russia, a ticket attendant works on the metro, surrounded by mosaics and pillars fit for a museum.
A grocery store in Saint Gilles, Brussels, Belgium.
A Kashmiri bride blushes as she is faced with her new husband. Srinigar, Kashmir.
Deep in the souq of Marrakech, a baker smiles as he makes shubakiya, a traditional Ramadhan treat.
Walking home from work, Srinigar, Kashmir, India.
A Rajasthani artisan in Kathputli colony, Delhi, sews dresses for her hand made puppets.
"I do not need a man, I do not need God, I can survive by myself." Fes, Morocco.
Norddin, meaning 'the light of Islam', proudly wears his Saharan djellabah which symbolises a 'free man of the desert'. Essaouria, Morocco.
After inviting me off the streets like her long lost cousin, Touria, resident of Essaouria in Morocco, laughs at her own joke as we share fresh mint tea.
Atop Srinigar's famous Dal Lake, sits the shikara (canoe) shop owner, proudly displaying his goods.
Regained by India in the 1999 Kargil War, Kashmiri boys pose on one of the highest roads in the world, nearby the Pakistani Line of Control.
In the Gobi Desert, a woman working in the nearby Khamriin Khiid Monastery, invites me inside for suutei tsai (salted milk tea).