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?
While scrolling down some of the pins in pinterest, apart from the creative photography ones which I usually save for inspiration, I came across the satin robes as streetstyle. After last year’s pyjama trend and athleisure storming the charts, this year, it’s all about the night suits and bedroom gowns on the streets. Upon researching about the trend I could come to the conclusion how with every passing year people are accepting comfortable clothing above everything else. Back in the day, wearing our night suits in the daylight would have seemed very impermissible. Same goes for the bedroom robes. Upon scrutinizing the robes thoroughly, I could somehow relate these satin robes to the DJELLABA donned by the ladies of morocco.
This was the third time I collaborated with this talented photographer, Subham, to work on a monsoon visual. After multiple conversations we came to the conclusion of having an early morning shoot. These days due to frequent rain in Bangalore, early morning shoot wasn’t really possible. To add to our dismay, there exists the in availability of cabs, which is an unavoidable concern during rainy days! Location scouting has become another problem in the city and most of the times we are left with the café ‘s and the streets. Then the idea of the newly constructed football ground near my residence came to mind. But gum boots on the football ground? Well, aren’t we anyway living in a box of lies?
PINK! The colour and the artist, both have my heart. From Balenciaga’s campaign to the likes of Celine, pink made a bold statement this year at the runways and the streets. Pink in a millenial shades- fuschia to baby pink, darker hues to metallic shades, was seen taking the limelight. And I was talking about how much I love the song TRY !
I missed the smell of BAAH GAAZ ( BAMBOO SHOOT) and the taste of MASOR TENGA ( TANGY FISH CURRY). The joy of waking up to the songs of cuckoo and the wind acting like a set of ten thousand needles piercing your skin. Evening strolls to the favourite momo shop by the corner and weekends at the ice cream parlor. The gossips during the lunch break and rushing for the tuitions after school. The sweaty city bus rides and the queues at the SINGRA ( SAMOSA) stall. The tall mountains and the greens. How I missed you my beautiful place! I can never get enough of you!
Time and again, whenever I and a few girlfriends of mine discuss about the issues on gender equality, have we not discussed about our personal incidents. The stereotypical society that we grew up in has always curtailed upon us from developing many skill sets. Many goals which we could have achieved. Many dreams which still lie buried deep inside our hearts.
A woman has many faces and many roles to play. Through this photo- series, I wanted to portray how QUIRKBOX has got it covered for the various roles of a woman. And it being a Spring- Summer collection, there goes flowers and coloured eye make up for the styling.
The sound of crickets. Silent walks. Small discussions. Hot and scorching sun. The breeze in the evening. Hanging clothes, dancing on the ropes. Tender coconuts and Aampanna. The sudden drizzle in the afternoons. The crowd at the Puchka shop. The TRINGG of the icecream guy. Tall trees and a bunch of birds. Dry throats and rooh-abza in the refrigerator. Sticky skin and long hours in the shower. It is all about the unnoticed passage of time. The unnoticed transition. Winter, and now summer, already!
I have never seen a bride wearing the colour ‘WHITE’. Not in our hindu tradition. Usually. But when a girl is being forced into a marriage, does the color matter anymore? Many women and various adolescent girls are being forced into marriage. Every year. Across the country. And beyond it.