There is a subtle pleasure in photographing mannequins. They are elegantly sleek and silent. Calm as a Trappist monk after beer. Immutable in a sea of never-ending flux. Pliant. Uncomplaining. Occasionally, very beautiful. Mannequins are never afraid to show their breasts and have no sense of shame. All in all wonderful subjects for a photographer. The group of mannequins above were hanging out in a busy alley of Old Delhi off Chandni Chowk.
This group of mannequins, who seem to prefer to do most things in the raw, were having a mid-morning coffee break in an office building in Collingwood, an inner city suburb of Melbourne.
In Banaras this mannequin seems a bit uncomfortable in the new season’s ghaghra and choli outfit.