What I’m wearing is probably what Valentino Garavani meant when he said, “Elegance is the balance between proportion, emotion and surprise.” The contours of this dress define proportions that go beyond bodily curves, silently slipping into a world of tailored silhouettes. Forsaking busy brights and digitally manipulated prints it felt almost relieving to go back to a simple black dress. I went sans accessories only because i wanted the dress to speak for itself- fundamental in its monotony.
Went slightly dramatic around the eyes for the 1st time. But well, a little change never hurt anyone 🙂

Tailor talk with vinod nair

Vinod Nair. Fashion Editor at Hindustan Times. Loves Martin Margiela and Burmese food. 
One of the countless things I love about Lakme Fashion Week is that it allows you to make small talk with maestros like Vinod Nair. Having received the ‘Best Fashion Journalist’ award at the very first fashion awards in India, he doesn’t need much introduction. 

Fish Braids & Digital Tears (chaos magazine)

Been experimenting an exaggerated amount with my hair lately. As I’m sure all of you know, style has never made the awful mistake of constricting itself to clothes. First the ‘Top Knot’, and now the fish braid- I’m expanding on how I build an ensemble to denote the respective theme/look. 
A messy fish braid, sunnies, vintage earrings and an oversized white knit – I was ready to conquer a beautiful day.
My digital tears from online fashion publication, ‘CHAOS’ magazine came in this morning and I’m so excited to show you’ll the results. My story was on Julian Zigerli’s absolutely breathtaking collection and although I struggled an enormous amount to finish it in time (story of my life) I’m pleased with how it turned out.
I would love to hear your comments, feedback and criticism. 

REHANE at Lakme Fashion Week, 2011

We’re always looking for something different; the fascination no more lies in the ordinary. And just when this thought is wandering through your mind, comes piercing through – REHANE. 
Bare footed models dolled up in Johnsons baby powder (now that’s what I call an ‘uncommon sight’) glided down the runway in slow motion- ignorantly allowing us to gauge and stare endlessly at every hem, every stitch. Raw mulmul and kora fabrics dominated repertoires that were subtly screaming serenity. The ensembles were in their unfinished forms, with tailor markings and chalk alterations scribbled on the ‘Meera’ collection.