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.

More of K.U. art

Bang Bang

Black tiger stripes over light blue borders runs through a flight of stairs

The white background creates an illusion that the sculpture is coming out of the walls. And I also find it interesting that the artist made identical faces which I think is hard to acquire in hand sculpture.

Another traditional Newari door at one of the landing in the building.

I made a teeny-weeny mistake in my earilier post where I've mentioned about this artwork. The wooden box isn't white but black like how you see in the picture.

Whatever I was thinking.

At the parking lot, in front of the building.

Observe. I don't need to say more.

22 September, 2010

Photography, art and arms

God, I had no idea how difficult studio photography was. Having worked with professional photographers, I thought their job was the most fun job ever and it was me who had to work hard to get the looks together. It seems I’m being a typical Sagittarius being oblivious of reality. But I didn’t know what was true until today so I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
Me to me: Common, you didn’t know.
And I was talking about photography. Today was the day for my first studio photography ever and I think I faired pretty well. I say (think) because we haven’t yet printed the pictures, just developed them and while developing the film we ruined half of it. But the good part is, most of my pictures were more visible than the rest so I was spared the tragedy, muhahaha (evil laugh). Sadly, it was heartbreaking to see my two friends’ (Sudeep and Raj) hard work go down the drain. Seriously, they’d made double the effort I made; contemplating on the lighting for two days, creating it and then finally taking the pictures, sigh!
All in all, it was a fun day clicking pictures and also modelling for Sudeep and Raj’s shoot. I took the picture at Kathmandu University where I have my classes. Notice the background. It’s the work of the students at the University which is a fine arts college and you can see the artwork everywhere you turn in the building.
As soon as you enter the building, you walk up the stairs and at the first landing, you’ll see a white wooden box with hands crafted out of wood at the sides of the box. They look as if they’re hands of the beggers reaching out for some coins out of a wall or something. And then there are murals, paintings and graffiti on the walls, human sculptures, oil paintings by the students. If you’re an art lover or an artist, this place would be equivalent to a paradise.
Here are some pictures but unfortunately, I don’t have much to share. May be I’ll get some captured on my camera for those curious and excited ones.

The above two paintings is that of the artists themselves. Amazing, isn't it?

The majestic galaxy, the Moon and the stars

A traditional Newari style door

The bombshell.

How I look these days is a little weighty me. I know I need to lose some here and there and I’m also working on it. During and post my recent flu, I gained back some flab that I had gotten rid of but no worries I always have my exercise regime to get me back to shape. Good news, I’m not one of those who starves herself to get "things done". That’s not me. That can’t be me because I’m deeply in love with my food. We share a rather deep bond and an understanding one if I need to ‘control’ my diet which strengthens our relation even more.
I surfed through the web to get some tips on arm toning and here’s a picture even for you if you’re in my shoes.
 I also found something that promised Michelle Obama arms but I'm not a fan of those (arms). Sorry but spare me. Not in the mood for body building. I like you Mrs Obama and I love your style but I have to break it to you.  

Night night for today.
More pictures coming soon.


20 September, 2010

Say ‘yes’ to piracy (only for those who are in my shoes)

You may think that I’ve gone bonkers after reading the above phrase. Let me assure you that I’m writing this in full soberness and I mean each and every word of it. Yes, I mean it. Say ‘yes’ to piracy. Yes yes yes. Why? If you’re just another student like me who’s just left her job and is now starting to be alarmed of the petty expenses, counting each and every rupee, and is nearly always broke finding every other day demeaning to ask her dad for daily expenses, you’d know what I’m talking about and why.

16 September, 2010

FNO! Let us shop, shop, SHOP!

Fashion's Night Out was introduced last year and has already garnered much fancy and become one of the most awaited events in it's first year itself. Going against the in-famous recession (since 2009) that caused a global issue in the lives of the people around the world and especially of those in the fashion industry (directly or indirectly), when people started to forget to shop, FNO was initiated as a night to make a call to shopping and to fashion. It is a celebration of fashion and this year again, the event was headed by Vogue magazine. This year, the event was even more successfull with it's expectations and aspirations taking its toll amongst all the fashion lovers. With bloggers blogging about it all over, inquisitive audience watching the highlights and behind-the-scenes of the preparations of the event at CBS, FNO could break all records each year, one event at a time.

Unfortunately, a problem has occured while I tried uploading a video of FNO's advert with the industry's best models. So here's the link to the video. Enjoy! You can watch many other related videos as well to keep yourself entertained.

14 September, 2010

What a pleasant surprise!

Guess who I bumped into at one of boudha’s famous mo:mo bistro/diner/luncheonette? Sushma Joshi. Yes, the writer Sushma Joshi, the columnist Sushma Joshi. It was one of the evenings when I was returning home after my every day prostrations. I finished a little early and thought of getting some mo:mos for mom who was at home all alone after our housekeeper left for tatopani. As I was thinking on how many plates I should order and entered the bistro, she was sitting all so casually, just like any other local person. Oblivious of how much of a maestro she is or was it her humble nature, she sat there waiting for a plate of moreish appetizing mo:mo with its picante sauce. As I pondered on how lucky I felt and on how to approach the writer, I ordered for two plates and sat on the bench just next to her. While the air was pungent with the delicacy, on a whim, I turned towards her and asked, “Are you Sushma Joshi?”
She said, “Yes.” “Hi, I’m Tenzing.” I felt like giving a pat on my back just for introducing myself to her. But what she said or reacted made me stop my imaginary hands to even touch my shoulders. “Have we met?” Wrong way of starting a conversation with somebody who doesn’t know you. Lesson learnt. But what should I’ve said. If I had just barged in on her invading her privacy, she would’ve felt even more weird. “Hi I’m Tenzing.” “So?” Imagining that in my miniature head, I consoled myself thinking that was the best anybody could do especially with a famous person. Well, next time I should try with a simple hi.
Just when I felt awkward with the way I tripped on her, I made a spontaneous move. “No we haven’t met. I’ve heard of you a lot. I used to work with so-and-so magazine. One of my reporters had done an interview of yours for the first issue. I was the editor then.” She was nodding, agreeing with the familiarity and remembering my facts and then when I said the last sentence, she widened her eyes like, “aahhh” or “oohhh”. I then realised ‘again’ the weight and the prestige an editor carries and holds. I felt proud of myself having to introduce myself as an editor or well, used-to-be editor. Anyways, once an editor forever an editor. Then our conversation became more of a two way which I was quite hopeful and thankful. I asked her about her books and her works and she advised me to go into broadcasting to bring a Tibetan face into the media like out there for the people to see. I guess it was more about reminding the people that even the Tibetans have it in them.
Although we had a momentary talk, I enjoyed the ebb and flow of the conversation with her. (I’m still confused on how should I address her. Should I say Sushma ‘ji’ or should I just say Sushma? I chose on the former one sticking with the conventional way of addressing somebody elder to you and with more respect. But if she’d say, “no no, you can call me Sushma,” I’d be more than happy to do so. But for now, like they say, when in Rome do what the Romans do.)
After 2 days of my forgetfulness, I added her in Facebook, like she asked me to, with a message reminding her of who I am. On the third day, she responded with a message asking me to keep her updated about my journalism progress and also suggested me on bringing up the Tibetan issue, of which I was pleasantly surprised and happy. Of course I replied and of course I will keep her updated. Why wouldn’t I?
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