"Why were you out so late?"
"How much did you drink?"
"Were you traveling alone?"
"What were you wearing?"
These are questions that are asked to most Indian women when she's leered at, groped, molested, harassed, stalked or raped. Vitamin Stree throws the question 'What Were You Wearing?' back at society and explores it in a whole new light.
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Special Thanks to all the lovely women (and men) for being a part of this video:
Gaya, Namaah Kumar, Rita Rathod, Namita Topo, Anjali Malhotra, Aarifah Eve Rebello, Ayesha Kanga, Avani Yashwin, Urvi Shetty, Divya Suvarna, Valeria P, Chitra Ray, Maya Sarkar, Wesley Joseph, Ameena Sayyed, Aaliya Mulla, Meghana Bhogle, Sirawon Khathing, Tara Kapur, Rita Rathod, Suman Di, Rina Di, Siddharth Talwar, Siddharth Vasani, Mohit K Gaya, Alvin Jadhav, Sai Sunil, Happy Singh, Salman Arab, Abdul Rauf, Ronit Sarkar, Akshat Gupt
Credits:
Director: Akshat Gupt
Lead Producers: Ankita Shetty
Associate Producer: Avni Murthy
Director of Photography: Siddharth Vasani
Music by Zain Calcuttawalla and Siddharth Talwar
Poem and Narration by Gaya
Make-Up: Rita Rathod
Offline Editor: Fatir Ansari
Colour Grade: Aditya Tawde and Akshat Gupt
Camera Attendants: Alvin Jadhav, Shivmoorti
Light Attendants: Ashok Bangera,
Spot Boy: Hussain Sajid Shaikh , Ilyas Shaikh
Camera Equipment: Jeki Shah (1 Stop Cine Digital)
Lights: Sanjeev Shah (One Stop Solution)
Poem:
I've been wearing men's gazes
for so long now
that mere wolf whistles
no longer pierce my calm.
My ears dont tingle
and my cheeks dont burn
in fact I don't even have the urge
to turn and say,
when one of them shouts
how he would like to
fuck me
as if.
I do admit,
that sometimes skin on skin,
the brush of thigh or hip or tit,
worries me,
because I've grown so numb
to fingers on my body
my lover calls me frigid.
I laugh them off,
these stray hands at taxi stands and
"accidental" jolts in buses and trains
that make for a very good story
which I tell well
especially since collective outrage
unites us like nothing else;
even though I am not outraged
because outrage wears thin with age
and mine disintegrated years ago
There's always someone though,
who asks,
but what were you wearing?
The same thing, I want to answer,
that I have worn for so long now,
it has become my skin
Your Gaze.