Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Bright Color Girl
I initially took this picture thinking,
"Wow, someone told this girl it was ok to dress like this!" mostly referring to the tacky pink-plastic shoes and socks.
But when I saw it on the computer in entirety, it didn't look that bad.
It look quite well co-ordinated, inadvertently of course; the pink seat matched the ankle socks, the yellow of the license plate matched her skirt and the black body of the rickshaw matched the oxidized silver of her bangles.
All well balanced.
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.
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Oh well.
"Wow, someone told this girl it was ok to dress like this!" mostly referring to the tacky pink-plastic shoes and socks.
But when I saw it on the computer in entirety, it didn't look that bad.
It look quite well co-ordinated, inadvertently of course; the pink seat matched the ankle socks, the yellow of the license plate matched her skirt and the black body of the rickshaw matched the oxidized silver of her bangles.
All well balanced.
.
.
.
Oh well.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Toulouse / Bombay
Sadface because they didn't have my size. Happyface because I saved 5K.
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| Last week in Toulouse, on Garance Dore's blog / Yesterday at Zara, Bombay |
Thursday, February 24, 2011
There's Global Warming and Corruption, and then, this.
To all the thin girls resorting to the new fat girl ‘I’m not so fat’ outfit of leggings and a tunic/shirt,
If you’re so desperate to cross over into the fat girl category, just stuff yourself with fries.
Sincerely.
If you’re so desperate to cross over into the fat girl category, just stuff yourself with fries.
Sincerely.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sketchbook Tee Dress

I would wear this look in a heart beat.
Pity that the Sketchbook Tee Dress is $58. And that we'll never have weather that's scarf, socks and shoes friendly.
But awesome that they actually make these tshirt dresses in India because that means I can get this screen printed, put on a flimsy black jacket and never get out of it.Here is more of Alexa Chung's collection for for Madewell.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
To Hoard or Not To Hoard aka But Then Again...
I never know what to do with pretty clothes that don't fit me.
Like this fiery short skirt I picked up at one of those thrift shops a few months ago.
Its silk, has checks in very lovely colours and a thick, black satin tie back belt around the waist.
Now, here's the thing; when I bought it, it just about fit me.
But I assumed I would stay the same size wise or accept the discomforts that come with garments that 'just about fit' for at least a few hours. Turns out, I'm very averse to discomfort even when it comes to clothes. As a result, every time I've taken it out to wear it, I put it back in thinking it wont be comfy enough if I drink too much or eat too much or basically because it might look like a tutu.
So I thought of giving it away.
But then again, here's the dilemma.
I have held on to stretch denim shorts (1997 ya'll!) from the time I was 13 and worn them to a gig a few weeks ago. I have held on to corduroy shorts from the time I was 18 and worn it to the beach a few months ago. Which means, I'm hoping that, like before, my waist will shrink or the skirt will magically expand or Vogue will tell us that tutus are now haute couture.
But then again, since reality won't always give in to my demands and the chances of any of the above happening are largely minimal, I will resort to the very obvious... Wrapping this prettiness in clean white paper and continuing to hold it hostage... till tutus go mainstream.
Like this fiery short skirt I picked up at one of those thrift shops a few months ago.
Its silk, has checks in very lovely colours and a thick, black satin tie back belt around the waist.
Now, here's the thing; when I bought it, it just about fit me.
But I assumed I would stay the same size wise or accept the discomforts that come with garments that 'just about fit' for at least a few hours. Turns out, I'm very averse to discomfort even when it comes to clothes. As a result, every time I've taken it out to wear it, I put it back in thinking it wont be comfy enough if I drink too much or eat too much or basically because it might look like a tutu.
So I thought of giving it away.
But then again, here's the dilemma.
I have held on to stretch denim shorts (1997 ya'll!) from the time I was 13 and worn them to a gig a few weeks ago. I have held on to corduroy shorts from the time I was 18 and worn it to the beach a few months ago. Which means, I'm hoping that, like before, my waist will shrink or the skirt will magically expand or Vogue will tell us that tutus are now haute couture.
But then again, since reality won't always give in to my demands and the chances of any of the above happening are largely minimal, I will resort to the very obvious... Wrapping this prettiness in clean white paper and continuing to hold it hostage... till tutus go mainstream.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My Friend Archy
I made up for this
by sending Archy this

I ran out of swabs to get my eyeliner off last night so I thought of @twiddlem's receding hairline and cried myself to sleep.less than a minute ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®Girija Naiksatam
giddyja

It worked!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Jumpsuits!
Every time I realise that something is en vogue I end up pining for it the whole of that season and picking it up the next.
That's exactly what I did with the jumpsuit.
I spent the summer looking up online catalogues but never got around to hitting the 'Add to Cart' button. Largely because I was wary of the sizes (I'm tinier than a size zero) and the fit (we Indians are very touch and feel people, you know?)
So I was obviously thrilled to bits when when I found three of them in three different cuts and patterns in a quaint little boutique in the suburbs.
One was the dungaree styled flared jumpsuit in a cotton denim material, very wearable to work on a Wednesday.
The second was a blue and black pin striped, all cotton, low waist sleek fit with pockets on the side, passable for a Friday.
And the third was a printed off shoulder with bronze buttons and side pockets (oh how I love pockets!) which looks just so much fun and will be worn to something that involves a lot of grooving!
And here they are... In all their crumpled glory!




The shorts were just thrown in because three pictures were looking a little odd.
Plus, I did buy them just a few days after the jumpsuits, and, they're also a part of the gorgeous armour I'm using to combat SAD and this dull monsoon!
That's exactly what I did with the jumpsuit.
I spent the summer looking up online catalogues but never got around to hitting the 'Add to Cart' button. Largely because I was wary of the sizes (I'm tinier than a size zero) and the fit (we Indians are very touch and feel people, you know?)
So I was obviously thrilled to bits when when I found three of them in three different cuts and patterns in a quaint little boutique in the suburbs.
One was the dungaree styled flared jumpsuit in a cotton denim material, very wearable to work on a Wednesday.
The second was a blue and black pin striped, all cotton, low waist sleek fit with pockets on the side, passable for a Friday.
And the third was a printed off shoulder with bronze buttons and side pockets (oh how I love pockets!) which looks just so much fun and will be worn to something that involves a lot of grooving!
And here they are... In all their crumpled glory!




The shorts were just thrown in because three pictures were looking a little odd.
Plus, I did buy them just a few days after the jumpsuits, and, they're also a part of the gorgeous armour I'm using to combat SAD and this dull monsoon!
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