Isn’t it too cliché for me? The topic, I mean! As much as I try to avoid doing cliché stuff and stress on my small brain too much to come up with a unique concept, I believe, in the end, we humans have similar tastes- more or less. So, ‘how she wore it and how he wore it’ has been on my mind for a long long time and I can’t seem to recollect when I initially thought of it and also gave up because the whole idea got a little too common. I have seen many bloggers come up with this topic and liked a couple of them too. But for a person like me who always stick to unisex T-shirts and Shirts and Hoodies from the men’s wardrobe, yeah, it’s something I had to do anyway!
Now, a lot of people try to play the trend game but if you’re playing by its rules, it is really tough to keep at it. It isn’t a bad thing at all unless you are consistent with your style(and work) and are ready to spend half(or maybe more) of your salary on buying new ins of the market. But if you stick to the norms of your signature style and experiment around it, I believe you won’t be at loss. If you know what looks best on you then it’s easy to avoid spending your precious greens on. Although, style is dynamic and sticking to one’s signature style is difficult but one can always come up with a signature style of his own with the change in weather, season or age! Today, I thought of sharing what my signature style looks like ’cause you can tell I am one of those stupid narcissists you have always hated!
When I opened the door of my balcony the other day, it was a cool breeze that greeted me. A breeze I have been missing. It spoke a thousand words reminding me of my childhood days, back home in
Arunachal Pradesh where the breeze would pierce the soft cheeks at times. A hurtful pleasure you’d want. The weather is getting transitioned. Winter is here, finally. Then there was this day when the sky was full of clouds. There were very dark. And gloomy. As if nature was upset. Upset of the unwary things. But yeah, the dark clouds apparently welcomed winter. And with it comes the extra worry of taking care of our mane – with problems like dandruff, dry hair and frizziness kicking in, Pantene comes as a savior in the form of the New Oil Replacement.
It isn’t long that I wrote the article ‘In the shoes of a blogger’. You can see and tell how gruesome the life of a blogger is. Surrounded by negative energy of haters and competitive counterparts, the life of a blogger is pretty mechanical which starts and ends with ‘HOW A BRAND WANTS YOU TO WORK’. I also mentioned how it’s all about the MUTUALISM and that originality and genuineness is going for a toss, well, mostly. Almost everybody is in the tryst of making it big without actually working hard for it.
The liveliness and the culture of a place, be it a city, town or a village is best described on the streets. Street photography is appealing to me as it’s all about documenting subjects in candid situations. It involves focusing on people and their behavior in public and hence capturing their unadulterated emotions and expressions.
This post is basically the PART II of the previous blog on AIFW and as I already mentioned, yes, I too planned my fits for AIFW. Going by what a premiere event it is, I really wanted to make my travel worth, I have been wanting and waiting to attend this event for quite sometime. All my fits were rather simple and no, I wasn’t being shot for the street style spotted of the various magazines at the AIFW. Well, didn’t I tell you that one has to dress up in a lot weird way to get shot? If not, then he has to be creative in a good way. But all I wanted was to look cool without losing my style and identity. That’s why I went for plain looks with just a couple of DIYs.
I remember going through an article when I was in Guwahati, maybe I was doing my engineering then. It read- “My husband sends me to the prostitute house to earn money for his liquor but beats me up if I get a few minutes late from the specified time. He thinks that I start showing interest on my customer.” It also read- “I have undergone 3 abortions and now I don’t even want to have a baby of my own. Although, I know I won’t have a say if my husband wants a child.” Then there was this article on Facebook which popped up on my timeline a few weeks back. It depicted how ugly the life of a sex- worker is and still how contended they sound! Apparently, the vagina of one of the sex workers has got rotten and you could smell it from a distance. Nobody would go near her. But you could hear her prayer recitals. Upon reading the post, I felt I was there and everything was happening in front of my eyes. The misery, the pain, the anxiety and yet not longing for the outside world. Isn’t it owning one’s sexuality?
Alright. Where shall I begin? From the DAY 1 of Amazon India Fashion Week? Aah, if I have to document the fashion week, it would be incomplete if I don’t mention the past days or the weeks before! Or maybe last year! So yeah, after I started TVRadio last year, there were 2 AIFWs and 2 LFWs and maybe 2 Bangalore Fashion Weeks as well( Before TVRadio was launched, although I was very much interested in these so-called fashion weeks, I wasn’t really following them religiously). Every time some blogger would post the pictures of ‘WHAT I WORE TO AIFW’, I would so dearly want to go to the fashion week.
It was a Thursday evening. I just got home from work, another rainy day has passed. I checked the places to visit in Delhi, AGAIN. The song “THE ODYSSEY” was playing on my new phone. The thoughts of Delhi being insecure and how one of my cousins had bad experiences in the capital thronged my head. Even when I didn’t want to think about it, the pictures of NIRBHAYA! When I was in school, my cousin always used to tell me his experiences in Delhi and I never really thought I would want to go there. It was never the destination for education or career. But the lanes of Delhi- 6, the poems about Delhi by Zubair Rizvi and Ghalib, the street food, the culture, the historic forts and the infrastructure from the Pre- Independence Era. The beauty of the places as seen in the works of the great photo journo Scott Schuman or Manou. One week, that’s it! Bang! Tickets done.
Recently, I figured out something new about myself. I realized that unknowingly, I collect sunsets. This might be due to the fact that waking up to a beautiful sunrise and grabbing the morning cup of green tea isn’t practical anymore. I also realized that I always try to reach office as early as possible although my timings are flexible and I can afford to wake up late- unknowingly though, I like to reach home early so as to enjoy the setting sun with my little pooch! But due to heightened traffic conditions these days, I only get to see the warm colors of the setting sun while I am in the cab on my way back home. Why is it that our eyes get glued to the radiating hues of the sunset and we get transported to an enchanted universe?