Showing posts with label accessories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accessories. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 July 2015

A Moody Swing

There is no reason why she is doing what she is doing, but she is doing it anyway.
Much like the whirlpool of her many moods.

When she is not being a total nuisance and destroying perfectly aligned patterns and cutlery, she is too busy being grumpy.

Why? Because she doesn't know.
Because she looked up at the sky one night and saw a shooting star but couldn't think of anything to wish for.
Because she has a good man who loves her in a way she dint think she would ever be loved.
Because she has too many secrets she can't keep track of.
Because she could have been Harry potter, but bargained for JK Rowling and hard back covers instead.
Because she likes to mourn in a room crowded with happy people.
Because she misses the sweet sound of landlines and cycle bells.
Because she talks to her dad too often but words don't come out.
Because she wants to take home every dog passing her by, but she doesn't know where home really is.
Because she falls in love with people with raging frequency but never wants to know their name.
Because a kind face smiled at her in the subway, exactly the way her reflection does.
Because the world dint crumble at her feet.
Because nothing ever makes sense,and that's the only time it actually makes sense to her. 

Because she travels to the hills, just to sit and stare at the valley below.

Because there is nothing that lets her down except her own fleeting versions of reality. She is smart enough to know this, yet she writes like this.

No, she is not PMSing, cos if she were, it would be the longest PMSing in the history of PMSing. Nor is she depressed. Depression is a curse of the class of people who never smoke pot. Teehee.

I think she is just a little bit of this life and little bit of the life she dreams of, and every day swings between the two, trying to be in two places at once.
Most days she succeeds, dancing to her moody swing.





Credits to the outrageously talented Sangit Ghorpode of Think Freak. He is an Ace photographer, Artist, Conceptualiser,Director and video editor. Phew! That's too many mad skills in one person. What a blast i had shooting with this genius boy.
See more of his exceptional work here: https://sangitghorpade.wordpress.com/Subscribe to his YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCduCBZRDoyeXxmaZ6DlNUvg/feed

Here are a few behind the scene/behind the madness shots. :D












My Main man- Mr.Ghorpode

I am wearing:
Next
Zara
Chemistry 

Shopnineteen
Vajor
Forever 21



Thursday, 25 June 2015

Gaze with Shades

I'm so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go.
-Al Pacino



What's in the eyes?

A dark moon in a white river.
Sometimes there's a drizzle of hope,
But mostly it's a draught.


When they are tired of seeing,
they get busy dreaming
of things that will be forgotten,
Washed away with the dawn of caffeine.


Open, blink, darkness, light.
Swaying in zig-zag patterns of time,
Consistently shifty, constantly curious
Every person loved at a high shutter speed
If they blink, you simply miss.

What do the eyes see?  They ask.
If only they could listen to the eyes talk.
So in the dead of night, they see what they hear.
Texts that'll never reach,
Heartbeat, whimpers, colours and a smile.

In the mornings, made of dewy puzzles
The eyes seek that smile
A smile from a stranger,
A stranger to everyone but them.
Only an image of poignant warmth
Piercing the coy cornea, a pining tear drops.


The eyes seek no more, beauty skulked forever more
What's in the eyes now? They ask.
A picture mayhap, a story? Never to be known again
They got their shades on.


Inspiration:
Inspired by my favourite Sun glasses of the season by an online store called PropShop24.
Check them out, they most definitely are the curators of all things cool.

Also, featuring Hippie Fringe bag and leather wrist band from my Paharganj Haul.
I can never grow out of that place. Leather bags, belts, wallets, footwear, books, and other things that shouldn't be named but inhaled, you will find it all in the bustling lanes of Central Delhi's Paharganj.

College is just around the corner for a lot of you lovelies, make sure to step in with the perfect pair of shades, bags and accessories.  It's not about looking perfect, it all about looking perfectly 'YOU'.
















I am Wearing:

Nave New Age Sunnies:       PropShop24
Parrot Green Crop top:                    Zara
White Cut-Out skirt:         Naf Naf 
Leather Fringe Bag:    Paharganj
Leather Wrist band:    Paharganj

Follow me on Instagram for daily dose of Mad poetic affair with fashion.
@The_Burbak_Gypsy


 Photographer: Himanshu Rai

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

A Shape-shift Tale

"I paint with shapes"                 
   -Alexander Calder



She was not made of desire, saccharine kisses or mid-summer dreams.

She wasn’t a thing of beauty, because she did not know what ugly was.

 She was free within the periphery of her dreams.


She was lost, said some.
But that didn’t worry her because freedom was not her concern.

She was a prism, and their voices would permeate through her and take shape into colourful patterns which lit up her imagination and her ceiling in the stillness of a dark night.


 She trapped everything that didn’t make sense and turned it into abstract art.

She wasn’t the sky, she was the stars that tessellated it.
 Her spirit was so massive that it had to be fragmented into zillion, relatively smaller, but still massive, pieces of shiny trinkets.


She became the softness in the moonlight, she was the peak of a hill.

She had angles, one too many. It was difficult to fit her into anything.

So she started fitting things around herself instead. She was God’s interior decorator.

She was unfazed, unchallenged, and absolutely amorphous. 


Ironically, she was geometry.
































I am Wearing:


Geometric Neck Piece

Off-shoulder top with piping: The PinkCandyCloset
High Waist Cotton Pants: KOOVS
Platform Candy Color Shoes: DoneByNone

Photographer: Himanshu Rai

Editing: Rashi Kalra