‘Street photography is like hunting; you need intuition, speed and a loaded gun.’
—Pablo Bartholomew, Indian Express.
PART ONE: INHUMAN TRAFFICKING
What is street photography if not public pornography, performed by players unaware of their roles, processed and packaged for private consumption?
Contorted into frame for our pleasure, their faces and bodies co-opted without consent, we gorge on the sight of strangers unsheathed, their inner selves reduced to naked tropes lacking depth or dimension, flattened and stretched, dilated and distorted, their context and continuity circumcised by an unseen hand, a predatory aperture.
