We are shooting with Neeraj Chopra in Delhi, and the studio’s all set up. The backdrop has been unfurled, the lights adjusted, flashes tested, while Chopra, attired in a blue ensemble, is perched on a stool as hairdressers fix his floppy mop that was hanging out of the cap he was wearing backwards when he came in. The photographer and the stylist, meanwhile, are running a mini-conference last minute to decide whether a scarlet trunk, kept out of the frame so far, would add an edge to the aesthetics. Chopra listens for a bit, then chimes in: “De do bhai, ‘airport look’ ho jayega [Give it, brother, it will become an ‘airport look’].”