When I first decided to do this story, the one title that came to my head was, “How to do an all-white outfit without looking like a cigarette!” Or, a tampon? But the matter of fact is, you ARE going to look like a cigarette and you definitely are going to look like a tampon. Should it stop you from doing it? NOPE, absolutely not.
Thanks to the Internet gods, every day I come across so many people doing some of the most amazing work I have ever seen in the 24 years of my existence! One such person is Babbu The Painter, a person as intriguing as her Instagram username. Babbu, documented as Babneet Lakhesar, was born in Punjab but her family soon moved to Canada. On my explore feed I once came across a denim jacket with the face of an aunty (a typical Indian aunty). On opening the profile I stumbled on more gems, my favourite being a t-shirt with Govinda’s face all over, there was no looking back after that. We got in touch soon and I knew I wanted to something with her someday, SOMEDAY.
I love playing around with fashion and the one thing that makes me look forward to mornings is dressing up. Sounds shallow? Well maybe. But, as long as it makes me happy, I do not care. For the longest time, just like the other fashion girls I kept chanting ‘I DO NOT FOLLOW TRENDS’, like if I did, it would be sin. Of course, trying out something that is currently not in trend will never be an issue for me. The problem is, I actually love everything that’s in fashion right now. And to think about it, what isn’t? The ’70s? Yes. The ’90s? Yes. The future? Hell, yes. And the serious FOMO issues I have in life, I doubt that not trying a new trend will only choke me to death. How can I judge it unless I try? (Not high-low hems though. Never tried those, never will!)
The sudden and surprising take over by track pants in the world of fashion, took me a little time to take in. Personally I would always hate people who would show up to college in their rugged pyjamas and this trend only looked like an upgrade to that. But thanks to my girls Selena, Kendall and back home, Deepika Padukone, I realised how wrong I have been. Track pants on an everyday basis may sound absurd, it is all the more wonderful. For many of you who do not know, I have been interning with this website called IDiva.com. Recently, after shooting this story, I wrote an article for the website called *’13 Reasons Why’ Track Pants Should Be Your Everyday Pants*, now if you get the connection in the title, you MUST go ahead and read it before you delve further here!
Colour is Summer’s favourite child. While winters witness a lot of greys, and believe me, happy greys; summers welcome the yellows and the oranges. Yes, the fruits too. I personally like wearing colour all year round. And I am sure there are many of you who do the same. So, unless you absolutely hate colour (is that even possible? You little child of Satan!), you might like this story.
So, let me get this straight. I hate colour-blocking. Never tried it, never will. The reason only has to be my choice of aesthetics. So today we are talking about my kind of usage of colour; POP. Somewhere between monotones and a single colour pop, I found my calling. Here you pick up colours from the same family and put them together. But there are neutral blocks in the outfit that prevent your outfit from becoming a monotone look (Which btw, I absolutely also love!).
Clearly this is no styling story or another one of my trend trails. I remember Karanvir and I had already shot 7, yes seven, looks and we still decided to this with my roommate’s projector that was lying around.
I am not going to shoot any big words and philosophies at you but all I’m going to say is sometimes (actually, most!), that we feel lost in life, the feeling may not a wonderful or nice but it leads us somewhere. Being lost leads us somewhere. So most you can do is, enjoy that moment, Enjoy being lost. Because, you’re lost only to be found.
Dress over pants is quite debatable. I remember I would question why people couldn’t just wear the efffin dress. Guess what, I was a judgemental prick and I have no qualms in accepting that. Now I know what other people choose to do is none of my business. Anyway, thanks to being more aware and understanding not only the new trend of people wearing pants under their dresses, but also the need that sometimes, thanks to a lot of other reasons, you need to wear pants and of course, you still want to buy that pretty dress, right? I know because I come from a place like that.
The city of Jaipur has always had a special place in my heart. For some reason the colours, the architecture and the people have always attracted me. As a kid, on a family trip we once decided to visit Jaipur and the plan was called off last minute, it broke my heart. Since then, all I wanted to do was to visit the city. Just last year, thanks to a college trip, I got to witness the city in all its glory and that sure is not going to be my last visit.
How often do you find yourself people who believe in you and support you in all ways they can? Not very often, right? So when I met this fool, Karanvir Singh Bajwa or, as you guys might know him, Einsjordan, a year ago I had no idea we would come this far. So I wanted to dedicate this one story just for this sweet little child I have in my life.
Back in school, in the senior secondary, in English we had a chapter called Going Places. The story revolved around a girl, Sophie, who loved day dreaming and sometimes went a little too far. Her dreams started to look like realities to her and she was lost.
This year’s rendition of the Amazon India Fashion Fashion- Autumn Winter was quite a mad house. But don’t worry, I am not going to waste your time telling you all about it. Here are all my looks from the 4 days that I was there. Hope you like them! 🙂
I just realised that I like starting my pieces with philosophies and analogies about life. ‘Oh life is so funny’, ‘Oh life is like a big bundle of poop’ and other crazy ideas. Today I’m not going to do that because every moment in life is precious and I do not intend to waste a single one.
When I had to decide what I wanted to do next for the ‘one-week’ series I had a million (actually, like 5) ideas running in my head but I wanted to do something that generally poses a little problem in front of people. Pieces they find hard to style. And I noticed that most of my friends just couldn’t decide what to wear with flared bottoms, that too after 2 years of contemplating if they actually wanted to get it or not. I hated bell bottoms as a teen because they hung on my skinny body like the most unflattering piece of clothing ever! This time when they came back, which was about 3 years ago, I forced myself to give it a try. My body is the same but I think with a better fit and tricks to styling I have managed to make them work for me.
As soon as a huge flower band on the head comes before our eyes, the first name that comes to our head is, Frida Kahlo. We may not know much about who she was and what she did, her look is iconic. Frida was a Mexican painter who was famous for her self-portraits and showing through them, the female form in its raw form. She led a tragic life and was uncompromising and unapologetic.
The looks inspired by the lady have been done and overdone but I wanted to try my hand nonetheless. However, as most of you would know, I hate doing mainstream things. So to do this, I needed something that set it apart. Something, my Frida had that none of the other ones did. I wanted my Frida to be Indian, ethnic and rooted in my culture. That’s when I decided I wanted to do it with a saree and a hint of sindoor (vermillion), that my mom, for her own reason, wears with pride every single day.
I am a huge Man Repeller fan and if you do not know what that is, go look it that before anything. You can thank me later! Great, so, guys there post stories like “I dresses as Kim K for a week”, “I dressed at Diane Keaton for a week” and other similar stories that I absolutely love. And while I was trying to figure ideas for the next blog story, I knew I wanted to do something similar but also different in way. Because, come on, this is my blog right? Anyway, that’s when it struck me. Velvet.
I chose velvet for 2 reasons:
And here we are, the last part of one of my favourite series. For someone, who for the most part of her life, wished she was born as a boy, today, I am proud to be a woman.
It is sad though; sad that a lot of girls I met as a kid, even as a teenager, wished they were a boy too. And I am glad that sooner or later we accept. Accept that we are women, women who can be a boy (whatever that means!), and be so much more.
Ever since my childhood I could never keep friends. I didn’t understand girls most of all. Fighting for petty reasons was beyond me and so I could never keep up.
My colleague recently wrote a story showing how friendships among girls are harder to keep than those between boys. But why is that? This is not how it should be right?
So much has happened. And so much is happening. No matter how much we move forward, there is always something to pull us right back, to pull us down.
We may feel short, small, tiny, minute but trust me, we matter. I matter. You matter.
I remember my father always told me how he would love it, if I become a doctor or teacher. Why? They’re very respectable jobs he would tell me. This is what women ARE seen as, nurturers! I say ‘are’ because with all that’s currently happening, aren’t we still fighting to get out this shell?
I am back with some fun DIY videos. Well, you should tell me whether they’re fun or not actually!
This time I revamped three basic beanies into something more badass. Do check out and tell me what you think!
Pinterest made me do it.
I’ve been pretty obsessed with mesh and all things related for quite sometime now. It’s never enough! In fact, I am not even the tutus and fairy tales kind so that definitely is not the reason behind this obsession.
Not clear but I think its because mesh just adds so much flavour to boring outfits. Masala! That’s the word.
Winters have turned me into Miss. Sleepy Sleeperson and the thought of getting out of bed stabs me like a sharp knife every morning. But do you know how I deal with the sadness? By dressing up. If you wear good clothes you definitely feel more pumped up and elevated. So, this winter make sure you dress well.
Now, I used to work as an emcee for a while (3 years actually!) back when I was in college and I have a number of evening dresses just lying in a corner of my closet. I just failed to understand what to do with them until recently when I realized that an evening dress can be your perfect day outfit too, if paired right of course!
It snowed in my hometown (Nainital) last night and I am so bummed to have missed it for 5 years in a row now. Ugh.
So to put myself in a better mood and to come to terms with the realisation that I haven’t posted a story in the last week, I decided to share one.
Don’t we girls just love the long, big, warm sweaters which we either steal from our brothers/boyfriends or just buy them that way, because only god knows how good it feels. I bought this green one while I was home for Diwali and I really don’t seem to get enough. I have worn it multiple times already and I think we can all relate.
So, as is quite obvious, I decided to show you how you could style those big, comfortable, jumpers in three different ways!
I do not believe in new year resolutions. No, I don’t. Why would you wait for a particular day to start doing something you’ve wanted to do? I fail to understand that. But, to each, his own.
Poor 2016 is being quoted as the worst year of all times but honestly my year has been sweet and smooth. I have grown tremendously as a person and that for me is the biggest achievement there is. Of course twists and turns do come along and things do not go how they were supposed to sometimes (well, most of the times!) but the few things that do, make it all worthwhile.
Have I been MIA for too long? Yes. Can I blame my exams and the holidays for that? Yes.
Alright then. Fur, velvet, suede, velvet-suede, has got everybody swooning by lately. These fabrics are definitely hitting the right button. So, I decided to take out my beautiful, oh-so-sesky, oxblood suede skirt and do what I do best. Style it in different ways!
The title needs no explanation, does it? As much as I can remember, I have always hated how colourless winters become, thanks to people choosing to wear only shades of black during the season. I mean what is that? I only did that when I was going through my infamous emo phase. But no, what is that really?
I have two reasons to still exploit my summer clothes for winter:
- I am cheap af.
- I like them colours.
If I had to pick one trend that I have been using too much lately has to be monochrome. Long gone are the days when I would laugh at people who wore the same colour heat to toe, ‘cause I got to admit, if done right, monochromes are a hit.
I think it was about a month or two ago, Faizan posted on Facebook if someone had any ideas for a shoot they wanted to do. Without taking a single minute, I dropped in his inbox, an idea I had hovering over my head for a long, long time. Faizan was right in!
I have lived in the hills all my life. As kids we would go and collect firewood, for fun. Spending a day in the jungle was an adventure. The sweet parents had no idea about it and the constant fear of leopards and tigers who we had heard about in stories would make us crawl at every unfamiliar sound. The wild flowers and the large trees that gave no sight of the sky, was all a charm. The dogs would be your jungle companions and monkeys would scare you to death. Some times when I think of it, life in the hills is indeed one of the best.
Hijab, a mere word seems to create a bigger stir in our lives than do nuclear weapons.
Disclaimer: I am only speaking of my own opinion here with no intention to hurt anybody’s feeling in any form.
I am sitting in India, a country that is culturally diversified and apparently much more tolerant than many others. The situation of people who wear hijabs or for that matter, a turban, has been quite clear lately. There have been a number of bans, protests, laws against the use of hijabs and I seem to not understand the reason why. It doesn’t make sense to me! We call them conservative, but with this ideology aren’t we the conservative ones?
I know I am super late here. Would you kill me for that? In fact, I shot this story back in August but other important stories lined up. Nonetheless, we are finally doing this!
Athleisure has been there for quite a long time now however I still don’t see much of it around me. My friends would ask me if I am coming from the gym! Haha. But if I cared, I wouldn’t be doing this today.
I think the trend is quite fun and easy. The best part however lies in the comfort. I would kill to be in my PJs all day. Wouldn’t you! That’s the kind of comfort you get from athleisure. It is great for every single day of your life but if that is not happening, then a must for your travels. Travelling in uncomfortable clothing is a sin. Don’t we see all our celebs sticking to the trend for their ‘airport looks’? Athleisure for travel it is!
I have never owned a lehenga in my life.
Those who know me know what a big tomboy life I’ve lived so for me weddings were the same as normal days. A jeans and a good shirt would do the trick. Of course now the world has changed and I love the sight of a good lehenga (Indian skirt). Unlike most people, I also think that lehengas are quite versatile and no they are not a one-time thing anymore. It can definitely be worn multiple times and in multiple ways.
I fail to understand what that word means or stands for. Of course I am aware of all the meanings and synonyms we do attach to it. The first meaning that comes up when I type the word on Google says, “having qualities or an appearance traditionally associated with women, especially delicacy and prettiness.” I can agree with the first part of this sentence, but the second? That is sheer bullshit if you ask me.
I have started feeling chilly in my class room’s AC and my night walks on the terrace. This is a sign. Winter is coming. (That’s most from Game of Thrones that I know of!) In my hometown on the other hand, winter is blooming quite swiftly and my father does not leave the house without a jacket.
So for north India, the good times are here. And even though you may judge me for a fact that I like summer better, I don’t mind dressing up for winters too! Specially right now, when you don’t have to layer tons of garments, not here in the capital at least. Hence, here is my guide to light layering which I am quite implementing these days!
I am a woman.
I am shy and I am bold.
I am weak, I am also strong.
I am an emotion and no emotions at all.
I am sweet, I am also bitter.
I am powerful and powerless.
I am warm but I am also cold.
I am absolute sense, I make no sense.
I am peace and I am chaos.
I am the end, I am also hope.
I am the light, I am darkness.
I am easy and also difficult.
I am everything and nothing.
I am only human and I am a goddess.
I am a woman.
A lot of things that I hated earlier have made their comebacks this season. Bell bottoms and velvet top my list. Bell bottoms made me look much skinnier and velvet, well I never liked it. I thought it was the worst of fabrics and was so OTT. Funny how you change with time right?
Now bell bottoms seem to be taking over my wardrobe one piece at a time and velvet too is finding its way. Well velvet definitely is one of the most beautiful fabrics we have, and I took my sweet time to realise that.
In case you have followed my blog for sometime, you must have come across ways I style different things in. I love it and that basically was why I started the blog in the first place.
Shirts are my favourite when it comes to these styling extravaganzas. I have already done some stories on styling a shirt. In case you missed, here you go MY TRYST WITH A BOYFRIEND SHIRT!, ONE SHIRT FIVE WAYS; REVISITED!!.
But recently I came across a view that people felt that these styling experiments can only be done with basic, plain, and in other words, boring shirts. Today, we are proving that wrong.
I am a strong, independent woman.
Backpacks do not go with feminine clothes.
Is that really so? Well may be it is only my undying love for backpacks that I refuse to believe that.
Socks are my best friend.
There’s nothing that has fascinated me more, all my life, it only has to be socks. No matter what trends have come in or gone out, socks have always been really close to my heart. I hoard socks like a crazy maniac and I literally have gone on shopping sprees just for socks.
Do I sound crazy? Or are you a partner in my crime?
Slamming patriarchy right in the face.
For every time we’ve been looked down upon for being a girl, treated as weak for who we are, shown pity for our existence, we’ve only come above stronger. No matter how fancy and elegant the previous years in history may look, the condition of women has been a sad topic.
I feel lucky to be born in this era, being aware of my rights and capabilities and not forgetting that there is still tons that has to be done for women, around the world. I’ve been a firm believer in girl power and that only women can help women. I hate to see when girls get jealous of each other and nothing like a ‘sister code’ exists. I do not want this to look like a rant but I would request all girls to support each other in their endeavours and they will see what a better place the world could be.
Fusion wear comes naturally to me.
Why you ask?
Well, growing up me and my brother could only buy two pairs of clothing a year and we always picked casual fun looking clothes and wore the same to every outing and party. I did feel out of place when I’d go to a wedding and all the other girls I knew wore the most extravagant lehengas and shararas and I stood there like a fool in acid washed pants.
Time as a concept has always intrigued me. It is the most complex and yet the simplest. Have you ever felt that you do not belong to this time period? That you wish you were born in some other time? Now of course, there were a lot of hardships back then but therecan be a lot of reasons for this longing too. It can be fashion, art, politics, romance, anything.
I have no particular style statement really. If I am the edgy punk girl today I can be bohemian one the next and a boss lady the other. However, I constantly find myself torn between two eras the most. The 70s and the 90s. They are the most appealing to me and I couldn’t be happier for the fact that they are both also one of the most trending ones right now.
When I recently got an invite to the Vogue wedding Show, I was pumped. I would’ve jumped from my chair if I was not in a class full of students then. One place and all my favourite designers put together? Who would miss that! (I actually did miss it last year. Haha.)
Anyway I would definitely thank Divya, Reema and the whole Perfect Relations team for arranging everything for me. I have been in the industry for only about an year now and so a lot of things are still new to me and I get excited even for the smallest things. You can’t imagine my level of excitement here, especially when I was told that I will have a one on one session with most of the designers. WOW.
Good bags are a luxury!
It took me about 20 years to realise how important bags could be. I always though clothes and shoes matter, but accessories and bags? Not so much. What an idiot! Good bags and accessories can take any look from rags to riches and I understand now.
In the last year I have invested more in bags than anything else. From just two bags that I would carry around everyday, I now have types of bags. Yes ‘types’! From totes, to clutches, to bagpacks and all other names I am not even aware of.
Quirky bags have been the talk of the town for quite sometime now. Don’t we all just love them? Bags shaped as so many things, from a ball to an icecream cone, from lips to a huge eye! Everything’s possible. Sometimes they also come in rad prints that will suddenly make you famous in the next party you attend.
This might be the millionth time I am saying this but clothes have the power to make me feel how I want to feel. Now it may differ from people to people but there are a certain things in life that make us happier. For some it might be the weather, the sight of their partner, for me it definitely is clothes and shoes. (Oh and dogs too!).
As Sophie Kinsella rightly puts it, “I love to wear new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.”
How many times have you broken rules? Done things you shouldn’t have? Now, I am definitely not talking about crimes here. Don’t you drag me into jail with you! But things like, taking pictures in a ‘photography not allowed’ area or bunking a class or simple as eating sushi with your hands!
For the second part of my story with Doodlage, we broke a rule or two. I really wanted to shoot it at a brand new location. So we decided to go for the parking of a shady mall with shopping carts lying around (I had been there once, so I knew!) . I have always fancied the idea but never got to doing it. Even the idea of fooling around with the carts is so much fun, let alone actually using it.
Let’s begin today by understanding what upcycling means. No, it is not the same as recycling. Not until a few months ago, I thought they were synonymous too.
An example might help. So, if you recycle a bottle per say you would crush it and the plastic will be used for other purposes. (You can’t even do that at home!) However, upcycling the bottle would mean, maybe, painting the bottle and using it as a vase! Wasn’t this simple?
The question is, why am I giving all of this ‘gyaan’ here!Thats because we are upcycling with Doodlage today. If you haven’t heard of the brand yet, you’re definitely doing something wrong. It was about last year when Doodlage caught my attention for its stand-out patterns and comfortable designs. But little did I know that there is so much more to the brand than just designs and patterns!
“I have nothing to wear!”
Story of our lives.
With a wardrobe stuffed with clothes, I still find it hard sometimes to find what to wear and I know most of you go through the same thing. It has always been the same. As kids, me and my brother only received two pairs of clothes a year and we were never happy. But now, even when my wardrobe door is almost jammed, I still throw a fit at times on how I have nothing appropriate. Haha. I think that’s how it will always be. Not to forget that we still manage to dress fabulous even after all of this drama.
But, as crazy as we can get, we are never tired of new clothes. So today I am going to talk about how to get some more. Steal from your man. Now that man can be your father, brother, friend, boyfriend, husband or even the men’s section of a store!
I have always been a fan of androgynous clothing. I love how comfortable and fun it can be! Since times immemorial, I have shopped from stores meant for men. The t-shirts are my favourite. We never get such rad prints on t-shirts meant for the ladies, ugh. I mean, can’t a girl enjoy some witty graphics or pictures on her chest? Sure, we can!
It rained today.
I was talking to a Delhi boy a few days ago and he told me that he had, never in his life, voluntarily enjoyed the rains! What? Although, I can’t really blame him. The rain here brings much more problems with it, the traffic, the dirty puddles and extreme humidity amongst many others.
Being raised on a hill station, I have always loved the rains. Me and my bestfriend would never take our umbrellas to school. This was when we were teenagers and thought we may find the love of our life offering us an umbrella. Never happened but we enjoyed it all. The fog and chilly winds made it even more beautiful and sipping on some tea while you watch TV was the best thing ever.
As children though, our parents took great care during the rainy season because it would rain days and nights straight. We had raincoats that would stink and had a pouch space for our school bags to fit on. On top of the raincoat we had an umbrella too and gumboots were quite common. I remember sometimes the rains were so heavy that some kids would still school dripping wet and they were asked to strip so the sisters at school could iron their clothes. Too many stories to talk about.