29 January, 2011

The BLACK swan


Few days ago, I was away at the architecturally rich state of Patan Durbar Square during lunchbreak with my friend Dolkar who's an aspiring photographer. It was such an idyllic afternoon, basking under the warm Sun and watching the people pass by.
We also managed to have some spare time for photography. It was rather unusual for me to have my pictures taken with a lot of unwanted characters acting as an audience without a pass. Thankfully, we were done with it with a few clicks.

I'd like to call the dress my 'Black Swan' celebration. (Everybody should watch the movie; it's one of Natalie Portman's best performances.) Notice the sleeve of the white shirt-- my affinity for 50s fashion enhanced. The vest knit is again from Benaras.

P.S. I know I still have my recent travel story to share. I'll post about it after one more post. I have quite a lot to share and show you guys.

25 January, 2011

The subsconscious mind tells a tale



Hellow there! How have you all been for the past few days while I was away? It sure feels good to be back home. Some of you must not have known or, to my horror, realised that I was on little trip to the beautiful country called India. It wasn't like a typical holiday trip, but a rather (ahem) soul-searching trip I should say. Without a doubt I missed blogging and taking pictures and having my pictures taken (which I should mention is not my fancy but for the blog I keep the discomfort aside). Whenever I had the littlest of time to spare amidst all the frenzy, I would hop into a cybercafe to try and catch up on what's happening back home. And to my delight, there were quite a handful of things happening especially that had to do with me (expression: angelic smile). So as soon as I stepped home, I had to get my hands on the things that I had to do, plan it out and then get into action without even having the time to unpack my suitcase. The reason I'm explaining all this is so that all you lovely people could know that I've not been lazy or irresponsible or ignorant about the blog.
Anyways, this post is kind of an ode to my childhood and my youngest aunt. She was clothes conscious but not in the most obvious manner, somewhat like me. The style is unconsciously inspired from her. I say this because I only realised this fact until I took a closer look at the picture. While I was younger, she used to wear these huge sweaters with tights and she had these grey suede lace-up boots which is nothing like I have seen till date. I wish I inherited those from her. But I'm sure she must've given it away to somebody underpriviledged which is pretty much the family's tradition. So compassionate we are. And I'm sulking. Her imagine was kind of subconsciously imprinted in my mind because I did not think much while I was dressing this look that morning. I just picked it out of my closet and tada, I was ready. 





I got the sweater from Benaras, which is where I was last week. I love love love my cat eyed glares. And the pants once belonged to my aunt. I found them while I was rummaging through a pile of things in my parent's room. They're super-comfy.

Photo: DLM Photography                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

05 January, 2011

As soft as a moccasin

Moccasins from Envy; Leaf neck accessory from Masala beads during the Christmas fair

There's nothing that can replace the position of a moccasin. I chose this pair over another that looked something like I saw at ebay weeks ago. The cost of my two options were approximately the same but these were far far so far better than the ebay lookalike in terms of quality and style.  
I reckon that my BFF Yankey also owns an exact pair. Actually, I'm pretty sure. Same pinch, dear friend! We are moccasin sisters now.

03 January, 2011

A brand new start

   

 This post from my blog was published in the daily paper Republica on the 2nd of January. I want to thank Sumina Karki, a fashion journalist for the paper and the daily paper for taking notice and appreciating the blog.
Many more exciting posts coming soon. Fasten your seatbelts people, it's going to be a crazy ride.

02 January, 2011

Makes me wanna sizzle under the drizzle

This New Year's eve was one night I will remember for sure. The drizzle and the erratic weather made many to change their plans into a rather quite celebration but me and my ladies refused to pander to the weather God's mischievious tricks.
I shared with you earlier that I'd be going to the party 'Heaven on earth' at Hotel Malla organised by kgarira. And I did. More than the party, I was agog with curiosity about the fashion show by one of the rising designers in the country and also to see the short list of other events stocked for the night. "Whatever happens let's not miss the fashion show guys", I kept telling my friends even when I was trying to work my way through the heavily trafficked streets of Thamel. But much to my chagrin, the fashion show was not near to what I had imagined it would be. I feel really dejected to say this but it was a poorly choreographed show. The models seemed lost. I could see the designer gesture the models to make the next move from the corner of the stage. One of the anorexic models was so laid back that I wouldn't be surprised if she walked the ramp eating a bucket full of popcorn. Chewing a gum and beaming a smile to an acquaintance in the crowd, when she should be carrying the attitude of the show throughout till the last step, is a tad too disapppointing. It wouldn't have been a topic of discussion if the theme demanded such behavioural personality. Maybe there was a lack of time to prepare or maybe the crowd was too intimidating, let me think of some other reasons....
Anyways, the designs were not so bad but I won't say anything further than this as I couldn't see much because of the lack of enough lights. I firmly believe in 'seeing is believing' and I couldn't see clearly, really.
And then there was the fire-jugglers which was a torture to look at. I mean watching two men try to juggle bottles with the brim on fire and hurting themselves each time they miss a catch isn't my definition of entertainment. But we tried to enjoy it when they didn't miss. The bboying act was what I wanted to applauded at. Those kids should get a pat on their back for at least having a passion for something. I gave them a round of applause.
Those few minutes were such a bummer that we were deciding on hopping to another party but we in a way adhered our feet to the ground and gave the heaven another chance. Surprisingly, the second chance proved to be a boosting agent for it. So much that we could call it 'the' night to remember. I don't care what happened elsewhere at another venue, all I know is we had a blast. The crowd went berserk and everybody was literally capering at the whim of every beat of the music being played. There were some who went around kissing (on the cheeks) every girl he talked to and some having a hard time standing on their feet and some who just chose to view the dance floor from a distance and some who completely set themselves free of all the brooding.
Well, below are pictures of what I wore. I don't have proof so you'll just need to believe in my words. I wore a wooly, sober black long sleeved dress but with a snazzy beaded lining round the arms and going through the collar and kind of criss crossing to sides of the hips. While seeing the dress hang amidst all the other clothes, I had a fleeting conversation with it. "Wow! Will you fit me?". "No, you won't. But you might. You could." "Yes, I did!"
I could only laugh it off.



 



I've always strayed away from this color because throughout my life I've been telling myself that red was too garish for my taste but this time I breaked the ice with the colour. As this year was all about taking risks, gambling with the present for the future, I ended the year with a similar note. I made a step towards the colour and much to my horror there were a handful of people donning the same colour. Not like it is such a rare one but still.
Gifted by a friend years back.
* Dress from Pink at Durbar Marg; Peacock brooch from random store;Coat and suede peep-toe from Durbar Marg;  Hand accessory from Masala Beads, Thamel.
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