I knew it wouldn’t be long before I could continue my Barbie themed photography projects. I had finally returned to India after a five year gap. I wanted to mainly trip down memory lane. So I started off by staying near Amber Fort. And on my way to the Anokhi Museum, I found this doll. I did place a rather large red velvet bindi on her forehead and checked with a non-observant Hindu colleague at work who suggested that I call her “busty, bindi Barbie”. I know it is cultural appropriation to a degree. But she is what she is. And I am what I am. This is now the 7th book in the series. Obviously good as this is my low number favourite prime. The other one is 19.
She has a lovely lilac dress which keeps falling down – see the penultimate page where all is revealed, including loss of a leg. All the people I met on this short but intense busty, bindi Barbie journey were all delighted to take part and be in the photos if asked.
