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Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Spot the dummy.


Not the first time the boys in brown have enlisted body doubles, the Thai police nationwide have begun to plant wounded mannequins, their twisted torsos smeared in fake blood, alongside right-offs as a part of an innovative deterrent to scare motorists from being, er, real dummies and driving drunk.


Photography Gary Inman. Retouched by THEC.

Monday, 30 November 2009

Obey the lure.


While the police mannequins that have popped up on Bangkok street corners over the past few months have not really posed a serious deterrent – as the boys in brown, in their last, permanent inactive posts, are far too easy to detect as being the dummies they are from a distance of even a block away – there is one theory that this is all part of a bigger, less innocuous ploy.


Eventually, so familiar with seeing the plastic patrol cops all over town, Bangkok drivers may be lured into a false sense of security and naturally begin to speed by every intersection, confident that the only eyes upon them are resin; though the real police meanwhile may just take advantage of this lax attitude and reappear on duty, keeping as still as the dummies themselves (something that shouldn't prove to difficult for some considering their lack of manoeuvrability) thus catching out the lackadaisical motorists and fining them (all very fairly) on the spot.


Photography by Asit Prueangwet.

Friday, 6 June 2008

Shoot!



It's standard procedure to have a cop on your set when shooting in Thailand, though you don't usually need one when doing casting – but I suppose that's what you get for doing a screen test in a BMW.

We left the scene (of the crime) with the talent's portfolio and he left with a 500 baht fine (around 15 USD) which the agency later agreed to pay. The cop performed admirably, refusing all bribes offered to him from my art director in the rear of the car and only pretending to notice my camera towards the very end of his monologue.