The Kyrgyz people

While my friends were buying SIM cards for their mobile phones at the bazaar at Tokmok, I stepped outside to watch the people passing by.  There was an amazing mix of people.  

The old.  The young.  The muslims.  Those who covered their heads.  

Those who don’t.  

The Russians.  The Kyrgyz.  …   One of my favourites is a partial shot of a little girl holding her mother’s hand. 

Inside the bazaar, I saw a mannequin - she was so still, looking straight ahead, and her facial features were so perfect.  

Then she moved and smiled when I took her photograph.