The channel’s new series “Double Exposure” has one advantage: Markus Klinko, the celebrity photographer who is one of its two stars, comes across as so genuinely appalling that he becomes appealing. The best actor would have a hard time faking such consistent neediness and narcissism. His partner and former girlfriend, Indrani, wins us over by exhibiting superhuman amounts of patience in dealing with him.

As long as viewers don’t ask themselves if they have anything better to do, they should have fun watching.

Markus is a skinny, very blond child-man who defers all adult decisions to Indrani and then second-guesses her choices. Though he’s extraordinarily fussy, he’s less a control freak than an out-of-control freak.

Indrani occasionally fights back but generally lets him get away with murder. Since she’s a former model, her equanimity is astonishing.

In the premiere episode, airing Tuesday at 10 p.m., the couple shoot the rapper Eve for an issue of Women’s Health magazine (or, as Markus pronounces it in his Swiss accent, “Women’s House”). Before Eve arrives, Markus and Indrani have a long argument about whether Eve should crouch or not, with Indrani saying it would look like a Playboy shoot. Markus accuses Indrani of deliberately posing badly in the setup to make a point.

Indrani graciously admits that Markus was right when Eve goes ahead and crouches without being prompted. But they bicker throughout the shoot, and Eve is finally fed up when Markus objects to a member of her entourage who is taking photos at the same time.

Later, while they’re working in Los Angeles, Indrani is unhappy because Markus has booked himself a much nicer hotel room. (The hotel gets plenty of product placement, as is customary on Bravo.)

When she starts listing other grievances, Markus says, “I should call heaven, take a job as God and make the world perfect.”

Markus evidently has an eye for the ladies. He says, “I like to consider myself the James Bond of fashion photography.” Indrani complains that while they were dating, he always wanted to hit on other women.

But after he returns from a flirtatious business dinner with the singer Aubrey O’Day — during which he complains about a disappointing sexual encounter he had with two models — he goes into Indrani’s hotel room, where she has been working all night, and tells her in a little-girl voice how much he missed her and how sorry he is for all the stress he’s caused her.

The show suggests that in the fashion world, Markus’ eccentricities aren’t that extreme. At a shoot in a Frank Lloyd Wright-designed L.A. house with futuristic Mayan-inspired architecture, a German designer named Kai Kuhne describes what he wants the model to express: “So the whole look of the woman, she’s a ladies [sic] but mega-sophistication that goes anciently into the Mayan temples and spaceship landing places and Peru. She knows it all, but she’s still up here, whatever, here, New York, L.A., doing the thing, still existing.”

The couple’s stylist, GK Reid, gets a lot of air time, but for once in this genre, we don’t suspect that he was specially cast for his personality.

The show has an advantage over shows about, say, real estate: Segments that might otherwise lag often feature attractive models striking sexy poses.

But the main appeal of the show is Markus and Indrani’s relationship. The way their dysfunction functions is fascinating.