After 6 months in India these pants had seen a lot. Lost of color and full of stains after their reoccurring encounters with many a bus, train, boat, scooter, bike, rickshaw, mountain, rock, temple, street, lake, beach and monastery to make a girl smile. I think they liked it most when I took them to Rajasthan to shoot a series called, “Handstands in Rajasthan” They gave their every last bit of fabric to stick with me till the end. Now they sit in my closet in California. Happily retired. Hope you enjoy the couple shots from this series I posted here.
Now, where can I find a pair of red pants for the next journey?!