THE CALCUTTA SLING
Calcutta, January 1st, 11am
“The girl with the black bag at the races. Starched sari and a pinned hat. Toothy smile and smudged red lipstick. Chewing gum. Staring right back at me.”
Inspired by the iconic Calcutta promenade where the decorative coexists with the pragmatic.
THE TROPICAL SLING
“The working women of Calcutta. Sleeveless blouses, handkerchiefs pinned to their waist and stiff cotton saris starched with rice water. A utilitarian rectangular bag, dark goggles and pallus shielding them from the sweltering tropical sun. Waiting for the bus to arrive."
“The erudite and posh women of Calcutta. Sleeveless blouses, boy-cut hair and cotton saris with bags tucked under their arms. Driving Premier Padminis, painting the town red and turning heads.”
The melting pot of Calcutta. Crammed with cafés, motels and bars. Small in size, massive in character.
“An ode to Ms. Bose and her ritual walk to the colony post box. Hairspray, goggles and that pursed red mouth. There was an art to posting letters, not just writing them.”