‘Inniku high heels curry saapadlaam!’ (Let’s eat high heels curry today!) exclaimed one man, and the others laughed aloud in agreement. These fishermen at Marina Beach had just brought their catch in, the choppy sea didn’t make towing the boat up the beach easy. They began to pull the et apart – a mud crab first, then a little skate, and then came this lone sandal. A comic relief for the onlookers, but a regular annoying moment for the fishermen.

This is what happens to garbage, it simply ends up in the sea. All along the coast, I kept photographing nets that had been pulled up by fishermen, and irrespective of the place and the quantity of fish, the one constant presence in all nets and on all beaches was garbage.