Everything changes when you see it from a different angle. A simple statement, but true. These are food stalls near Bandra station, dotted along the frenetic Link Rd and harassed daily by both humans and traffic.
On the ground I don't see them, unless I'm hungry, then they serve a quick and disposable purpose. But from above I see a fluid synergy; like a dance, or a DNA structure. Non disclosed black heads bounce around static dusty colours. Food is displayed and consumed. Patches of colour disappear and displace. The composition evolves, whilst behind it all beats Mumbai in metronome rhythm.