30 December, 2010

Tonight belongs to us

Woah, this day is finally here and the year is coming to an end. Few more hours and we'll be stepping into a whole brand new year and I'm kind of getting anxious as to what it has in store for me or will it be the other way around. I'm starting to get the gist of having control over things as somebody once said (not don't ask me who this somebody is, I've already heard and seen it at facebook already) the steering of the wheel of your life is in your hands and you could either turn left or right or go straight ahead. Where do you want to go? Um.. technically this very hour I want to go and enjoy the party that awaits all life embracing people tonight. Who wants to talk about serious stuff when everybody's sooo wanting to GET DRUNK and look HOT and DIFFERENT and SEXY and COOL.

Come to think of it, let's move on with that notion (steering, life, left or right) with one step at a time. Like tiny baby steps. And the first step would be deciding on what to wear while you bid the year 2010 a humble goodbye. No worrying about me but if you're still in a dilemma for tonight then here are a few items I saw while I was fashion-searching around town. Hopefully, I'm not too late for this.






This leopard printed fur is nothing like I saw in the stores. It's not too fluffy making you look like a bear in the name of fashion. I'm doubtful about the length but the pearl lining looks beautiful.   

All that glitters is stored for tonight.


Be mine, please! 



A personal favourite. I'm starting to develop an affinity for peasant clothing. You'll have to see a vintage dress I 'inherited' from my friend's granny's closet, that's until I post it which will be soon.
*The boots, the fur coat and the dress is from Red Cherry at Boudha and the clutch is from Bishal Bazaar, Ground floor.

I will be going to Heaven on earth at Malla Hotel organised by kgarira with Situ and a bunch of other friends.

Forgetting everything that's got to do with worry, let us all have a good time and celebrate life because tonight belongs to US and we deserve to it, every single bit of it.

Happy New Year! 
Love, 
Ponytail.  

25 December, 2010

Let it snow!

I recently attended this Christmas Fair at the Grand Hyatt Regency organised by AWON . Apparently, it was the largest and the most successful one according to a participant whom I stumbled upon weeks after the fair. If I have to exagerrate, browsing through all the stalls, admiring the small but opulently decorated christmas tree, I cultivated a rare hope within me that it could snow that day. Even though it was all bright and sunny and warm.




Extremely cute desk cum pocket calenders. You can have them custom made as well with photos from your very own collection to add a personal touch.


Capricious felt slip-ons for your feet to survive through the chilly winter days.

Handmade water colour cards.

 Besides beautiful clothes, accessories and christmas cards and handy goodies, the fair also had some stall of some non-profit organisations to raise funds for their individual noble causes. One such stall was that of the KAT Centre  that works incessantly "to create within the Kathmandu Valley a rabies-free, non-breeding street/community dog population through an Animal Birth Control (ABC) program, which operates along the World Health Organization (WHO) guidelines for the management of stray dog populations." They were there with a hope to encourage the people to adopt street dogs with pictures for further acknowledgement that yes, street dogs can look as adorable as an apso or as grandeur as a German Shepherd.




One of the things I purchased. I've cut the skirt shorter just where the slit starts. Just before you could try and imagine me with a slit skirt.  
   

22 December, 2010

23rd on the 19th


I didn't know if it was the escalating number or just me, but this birthday was no day I was looking forward to. A week was left for the day and I was not excited at all. There wasn't that berserk excitement that I felt every year. "Hold on, wait till tomorrow, you won't know how ecstatic you will get." I kept consoling myself with this but the day had arrived and I did not feel anything. Nothing felt special. Every year, I felt like the weather was just a little bit more beautiful this day (even though it's the most coldest of the year and there is no sun out in the sky) and that the air was a little more fresher, the colours were a little more vibrant... it always felt like everything was a little more of something good/positive. But this time everything seemed... normal.
My bestfriend who lives miles away from where I am, announced to me that she'd have a Red Velvet cake for me (which I can't wait to try), two of my lovable buddies wished me at midnight and to top it all, one was trying to outdo the other (but lost) and there was that chat with a long lost friend. Everybody had remembered and tried to make it special, what was still missing? "Is this called growing old?"
I checked the time. Wow, the day was almost coming to an end. I could almost pinch myself to check on my reflex action. But before I could try it, there was that text message and the phone call. And thank god, there is a thing called cellular phones these days.
Two of my lovable buddies, Donga and Deepak, had been planning a surprise for me and it was a real real surprise. I got it the first time when they called me out of the blue with an even more out-of-the-blue-ish excuse (it's just too obvious to mention at all). But they got me good, real good, when that one pound chocolate cake arrived. My mouth was agape when I first laid my eyes on them, literally. I did not expect that AT ALL. After finishing the ritual of blowing the candle, clapping with a hearty smile, cutting the cake, clapping some more this time with lesser curve, eating a mini bit of it, monkey claps and beaming a smile at each other... we SMACKed each other's face with the fat free whipped cream of the cake. Like a great man once famously rapped, "You gotta party like it's your birthday", we followed suit with a series of smacking at face with cream, laughing at the target that becomes the victim till we were irrepressible and giddy with too much laughter: even though we were running out of time, even though the cafe was starting to close for the day.

It wasn't the age and it certainly wasn't me; this girl just wanted to have some good time with some good people who did not miss one opportunity to make her realise it was her day. I realised it had been long I hadn't laught so hard like I laughed that night. I realised it had been even more long I hadn't felt like I was at the right place at the right time with the right people like I felt that night. And I want to thank you two for that.


Something that I found while looking here and there from 'when I wasn't even born' years. Just let me feel a little younger in whatever ways I can, will ya? Thank you!

Front row at the Chanel show, 1967

Dior, 1957

09 December, 2010

Amidst all the weirdness!

Question: Tell me, what do you get when you concoct Jay-Z, Robert Pattinson and Alexander Mcqueen altogether?
Answer: This post.
I've had the most weirdest days for some time. With early morning garbage collectors daily reminding me of the song 'Run this town' by Jay-Z featuring Rihanna and Kanye West, with their head-to-toe black ensemble, scarves covering 3/4th of their face and black caps. It's so amusing, I so badly want to have their pictures taken with the song as the caption every time I see them. Their shovels
could be the susbstitute for the torches in the music video and the rumble of their truck that loads their hard work could be their version of background music. Hah! Look at me taking my imaginative mind to the next level adding more weirdness to all the weirdness around me.
And humming the song or having it in my head throughout the day, I see a guy in a talk show that we organised who so closely resembled Robert Pattinson. He wasn't a local guy, a foreigner, most probably an American. As funny as it seems, I think he knows this because that evening, he was looking and wearing just like this. 
    
Well, well, please don't fall asleep yet. Let's leave all that aside now. Winter's been marking its presence deep into my skin lately. Chilly and windy in the morning, sunny and windy during the day time and back to the chilly-ness and the windy-ness in the evening. And to make it worse, the changing season gifted me a runny nose and an erratic sneeze during the oddest hours.
Anyways, last Saturday I was strolling along the stores and I came across these shoes at one of my favourite store, Envy (they have one of the best shoes and I've somehow started to feel that they're worth the price).  



These stilettos kind of reminded me of the late Alexander Mcqueen 's super-duper, out-of-this-world creative shoes. I know you must be like, "what's the resemblance?" That's my point. I think this is the furthest KTM could or can get. Let's be positive to the extreme and say there's a chance, there is still a chance.
 
You have also seen Lady Gaga walk in them in her music video, Bad Romance, and Demi Moore don them in Harper Bazaar's cover.


04 December, 2010

Walk the talk!

I've been looking around lately hoping to discover something most haven't or wouldn't but to my surprise, I managed to actually re-discover what I'd seen a year back. It wasn't a pleasant surprise. It was one of those kind of surprises that didn't make you glad. I wasn't happy. I was saddened to see them right where I had seen so long ago. Do you know what they were? They were the lace up shoes. Unlike any other knock-off ones found throughout Kathmandu Valley, these are Italian made.


Something you can feel proud to own. Something that will narrate your choice. You won't even have to say, "This is my choice. I'd rather wear these beauties than some preposterous ones." They'll gladly be your spokesperson if you want to. Well, they would, even without you asking for it. So this time, it's just a medium to promote these shoes that have already become so tired of being displayed behind the window that they've chosen to sit quietly at one of the corners of a rack, losing it's confidence with each passing day. They're almost about to regret the fact that they travelled all the way to Nepal to meet with the escalating desire of trend in the country. But not too long. Hopefully one day they'll meet their match and find a place they could call their home and realise the reason or the purpose to their existence in this world.
So please help these lonely ones find their best mates... an important thing to consider: they get along only with the small/tiny ones.

Where can you find them?
They're at the store just next to the Irish Bar. Unfortunately, I lost the card but thankfully this is the only store that's exactly near the bar. Therefore, I promise there won't be any confusion (only if you know where Irish Bar is). Now, please help yourself and make their day!

30 November, 2010

Oh!

Looks a little vintage!
Whenever I do some shopping, I always hesitate to show my parents what I bought. You know, as I'm always expected to do a small informal presentation at the end of every day if I've spent it without them. Like how they do it at big company offices. "Today, the company made a decision to go ahead with so-and-so deal and we've talked to the workers at our Milan outlet and we'll have to put a stronger base to avoid so-and-so problems again." You get the gist, right? So just like that, I'm expected to tell them everything and now it's turn into a habit that without it, it feels almost like skipping a meal or two. A bit of advice, when your parents tell you, "we may not have the best knowledge required for this day and age but we always know how to deal with things better than you", please believe them, because they actually do and realising this has made me so much wiser over the years. But sometimes I do rebel on certains topics when I know I really want to do something.
I've been writing about allll this without even nearing to why I even started this conversation. Back on track: So without a doubt, whenever I shop a thing or two, I have to show it to them and I always try to show them from a little distance especially when I've bought something that's not quite practical, that does not have much longevity. So I bought that denim jacket pictured above and I was so happy as I'd been searching for such a jacket for (hypothetically) ages because most were either too fancy or too short/small or too awful. The wash of the denim seemed to fit my taste perfectly. The sleeves and the collar of the jacket has been ripped and torn carefully to add a slight ragged finishing. AND after I showed it to my dad and was folding it into the bag, he suddenly noticed the sleeves and said (in our native language, of course, with a surprised look), "hey, what's that? It's torn." "Ya, this is the style of the jacket (trying to act cool but wishing he wouldn't get mad)." "Oh!" Thank God. I've used this statement so many times that now they don't even bother to retort. They just say, "Oh..." Like, "I went to the library today." "Oh!" "I had pizza for lunch today." "Oh!"


Well, that's the story behind the jacket being here. If bored please entertain yourself with the picture below.

Clockwise from left: High-neck sweater that looks like a poncho when worn, Scarf (gift from Peter Delahaye from UNICEF, Bangkok), Chain necklace from random store and ring from Naya Pasal, Choke necklace from random store, bespoke leopard printed chiffon scarf


19 November, 2010

Sweaters, skirts, camel and more...



No bare legs, no korean eye-poking colours, no rocket science, no dos and don'ts ... only simplicity, minimalism, practicality and more sweaters with skirts.


 P.S. No write-ups this time. Only photo filtre and the pictures and some concentration.

16 November, 2010

Instant Poodle!


'Excusez-moi' the clutter at the  background.


Hi people, it's been a week that I haven't posted anything. With consecutive events taking up most of my time I've become abysmal to blogging almost everyday but now that things are a bit steady for few days I made an effort to make this a bit special. During the weekend I managed to do some shopping and I must admit I found quite a few substantial items for myself. Since my friend Situ was with me this time, I managed to get a satisfactory bargain. Really, you should see her bring the prices down like this (snap!). I'm learning a great deal about bargaining from my friend who knows a lot about smart shopping, at least more than me.
What we do is we hop from one store to the other, scan through everything and keep the best items in our head and if that's the best in the entire store, we go look for the best price. Sounds exhausting right? It isn't that tiring like it sounds but it does manage to fight the flab in our tummy.


Well, today was quite a day for me and Situ. We clicked some pictures (mostly mine) and I wore my new skirt that looks like a poodle skirt from the 50s, it has a very vintage air to it. And that was what attracted me to it first of all and the buttons feels so rght for it.




The picture was of course taken by Situ. I was flabbergasted by how well she understands my body language and presses the shutter release button at the right time. But she should, shouldn't she?
 
The bag is vintage - my amala's (mom). Ring from Naya Pasal.

I like the fabric chiffon, it's so flowy and makes your skin breathe although this time around, it needs to snuggle down under warm knits or blazers. But still, a girl's gotta do what she wants to do, aight that right?

And as I was talking about my skirt and the buttons.

I love how this top allows me to make either a tie or a ribbon at the front part. It finishes the look in a dainty note.


07 November, 2010

Oscar dela Renta: He is ze man!

One Lazy Afternoon. An ode to Renta with my eeinie mini minnie knowledge on using lasso and all.

I just loved the Spring/Summer Collection of Oscar dela Renta for 2011. I felt the craftmanship was speaking with each outfit that walked down the ramp. How every dress and look was guarded with perfection was breathtakingly outstanding. I was literally gasping as I kept on clicking the 'next' button at this website of Vogue. Yeah, honestly, literally. What Renta has forseen for the next season of fashion is very clean, clear and minimalist and very feminine, posh. It epitomises what every inch of a real Lady should look like. Very obediently dressed for a formal event. I loved loved his collection. His clothes has given me a different perspective of the summer of 2011. Nothing ragged. Gosh, why do I feel like just by using words like ragged with untidy the looks. Haha,,, how amusingly careful am I getting.


Although it was quite difficult for me to select 'the' best ones amongst the best ones but I had to choose a few of my favourites, from which I whittled it down to six looks. And with those you have the tacky work by me done above. I'm still not satisfied with what I made out of the pictures available, I will be working on it this coming weekend and have you sneek at it for some acceptance. 


Meanwhile, enjoy the review below by Nicole Phelps for Style


Oscar dela Renta has never made any apologies for catering to the upper tiers of the upper crust, and why should he? But his reliance on certain posh props (updos and heavy eye makeup on the models, an ostrich bag filled with fresh-cut flowers, a soundtrack of doo-wop hits by the Platters) made today's somewhat uneven collection feel more old-fashioned than it might otherwise have. Mixed in among the ladylike tweeds, windowpane plaids, and raffia embroidered linen were a pair of genuinely fresh shibori print frocks in relaxed away-from-the-body silhouettes. For cocktail hour, there were a fair number of modern options, from a strapless number in navy gazar embroidered with black organza to a white swansdown tutu with a black faille bodice, the latter of which seemed to thrill front-row star Sarah Jessica Parker. And, as ever, de la Renta's gowns were something to marvel at, especially the black mermaid dress with the one flounced shoulder strap and the ivory threadwork embroidery layered over a peony pink column. On the other hand, numbers like the celadon silk faille with the pink carnation appliqu├ęs and matching bolero erred too retro and over-the-top. At his best, de la Renta has a more subtle touch.

31 October, 2010

Old School Calling


Denise Huxtable's funky style from the 80's comedy show, the Cosby Show. She played the character of Lisa Bonet. Mixing contrasting prints together, she eloquently donned her individual style with such comfort and made a statement that we can now look back and say, "wow! look at what she's wearing!"

I didn't get to watch her or the show when it aired. Reason number 1: I wasn't born when the show started. Reason number 2: When it's last season was running, I was just 5. But anyhow, if I were to have even born or been big enough to understand style, I'd definitely have looked out for her and admired her throughout my life. 




 The 80s was all about bright loud colors. Big, spiky, curly hair was in. Acid wash jeans, leggings, leg warmers, huge mohair sweaters falling from one shoulder, pointy-toed stilettos....
All's back. We must've laughed at it a decade ago but now they're haunting in our closet or shopping list. They must be having a big laugh at us now saying, "who's laughing now huh?" But any way, I'm starting to really dig the 80s look alongside the other styles of the other decades. Appreciate would be a more decent word.


Yes, I know. It's shocking. Now pick your favourite, I've picked mine. Guess which?






21 October, 2010

Walk Walk Fashion Baby


Introducing to you, my lace-up booties from 'Fifth Avenue". There's a series of coincidence and luck that chronicles with this lovely find. As all who live at the K-town would know, it is impossible to find the trend of the season here and with Kathmandu so slow with catching up with it (trends of the present season can only be found at the stores next year or two, which is very discouraging for a trend follower), I couldn't find any kind of oxford booties anywhere. From the high-end fashion stores that only sold designer labels to the local stores that put up capricious Bangkok goods. Nothing found. Utter disappointment.
But one day, as I was walking down the lane of Boudha towards the local library for a quick read, I made a sudden left head-turn (as if somebody yelled out my name, how surreal right?) and saw these beauties that drew me towards her like a strong magnet. Pleasant coincidence. I was instantly in love. Actually it wasn’t the store’s repertoire of saleable items but it was owned by a lady who had bought these at New York from Fifth Avenue. But they were too small for her feet so she had kept it at the store for sale at half the price. Romance vs Luck. But although I fell in love with them instantly, it took me four more visits to the shop to finally buy the footwear. Not that I didn’t like them enough. I did not want to shop in haste because I’m trying not to squander my money around. Trying to be a reasonable shopper? Anyways, I’m thinking I made the right decision by taking my own time and also by finally purchasing the pair. I wore it to work once on a gloomy day and had my feet warm throughout the day. Happy me.

29 September, 2010

Getting ready for fall

I can't get enough of felt, woollen and leather textures. With the designers frolicking with them for fall 2010, it makes me want to revel the coming season with them more than ever. Gosh, I'm oh-so ready for fall. My new love these days is with cloche hats. They were worn by the women in the 1920s and after watching Vogue's Creative Director, Grace Coddington work on a twenties photoshoot at The September Issue and seeing the final works, my love for these bell-like hats found new depth. Hey, come to think of it, I think it was the shoot that actually introduced me to them.


Actually the cloche hat was not confined to the 1920s only although it reached it's peak during that era.
 It was responsible for the period stance we associate with the era.  To wear one correctly the hat had to be all but pulled over the eyes, making the wearer have to lift up the head, whilst peering snootily down the nose.


Make up became the epitome of chicness, glamour and self-assurance. I got to know that during those times "when a woman publicly applied make up from a glamorous compact when in a restaurant or dance hall, she was exhibiting the new symbol of womanly grace and refinement. Knowing this kind of reminded me of my initial days of make-up acceptance. It was during my college years when most girls had adopted this culture of the grown ups and like those of the celebrities. Using make-up (which includes compatct powder and lip gloss) was the exciting thing about college and hearing the names of the brands like Florelle, Lo'real, Lakme was very entertaining. So these girls cultivated the habit of using them to make themselves look more attractive and self-maintained. While some did it to control the oil, many applied to look fairer tan normal. It was at the restrooms at they did it and even I started this habit. And then slowly few years later, these girls became more overt about it and starting doing it in public ignoring all stares. Before they were pretty shy and some were even embarrassed and denied using compacts but I thought going public was quite a bold move (gosh, how innocent of me).


Yeah, well that's that. I know I should seriously start learning how to cut to the chase. Back on track. Here are few pictures of the shoot inspired from the twenties, styled by Grace Coddington, photographed by Steven Meisel.

















And some classic pictures straight out of the shelf.



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