Black Hole Stun

"Black is such a happy colour darling!"

  - Morticia Adams

Colours are so important to us as a species. Animals, plants and trees don't get to decide what colour they will wear on a rainy day or a gloomy Monday morning.
They live with what they are blessed with, comforted by singularity.

And we, the people, are always so colour concious, thanks to the abundant choices.
Reds on dates, whites to meetings, yellow in summers, so on and so forth.

Yet somehow, the one colour that is always a constant is black, and for good reason. (For men and women, alike)Here's why:

- Black is unmatched and yet you never have to worry about matching it.

-Getting it stained or dirty is not a bother.

-It flatters every skin tone that will ever exist in the universe.

- It's all seasons, unlike mangoes. Sniff!


- Black instantly takes off a few pounds. Oh black, you beautiful illusion you!

-Black makes you look dressed up, even when you aren't trying. Last minute date? Get black. 


There are endless reasons why black is the king of colors, but the one reason why black is everlasting is because:
There's nothing more darker than black

I am wearing:

Long Black Dress with Neon Piping
Round Neon Sunnies
Black Oval Shades
Watch: Mont Blanc

Tan Brown Booties: Carlton London

Neck Piece: Khan Market

Location: Home

Photographer: Himanshu Rai <3

Fashion, style, swagger and other such mysteries

"Where's your will to be weird?" 

-Jim Morrison 

Everybody wants to be 'different'. Everybody wants to 'unique'.

Nobody wants to be weird. 

For what is weird? Weird is unexpected. Weird is outrageous. Weird is silly, stupid and downright mad. 

Weird can't be bought and sold in XS or XL. 

Weird can't be exchanged for money, weird can't be worn or applied. Weird is unattainable. 

Weird can just be.

Weird is not different or unique. 

Weird is the grunt in your laughter. Weird is the pyjama you slip into after-hours. 

Weird is the bushy eyebrow. Weird is being happy anyhow.

What i am really trying to say here is:

Weird is everything you are but want to hide. 

So don't let your weirdness hide behind your clothes. Embrace it, sing it, say it, wear it. It makes you the kind of awesome that counts.

People see your clothes and then you. But who ever gave a flying duck to what people see or say?

Now that my sermon is almost coming to a close, let's address the title of this blog.

The title of this blog is as misleading as the brands that sell beauty in eco-friendly bags.

But just for the sake of closing the loop and giving the illusion of sense that this article is mostly not, here you go:

"Style is personal, fashion is universal and swagger is an extremely silly word."

 So please don't lose that streak of madness to the manufactured convention. I implore.

I wear my weirdness with my clothes and so should you. 

I will be irregularly sharing my weirdness and my clothes through this blog. 

Feel free to hate/love/copy/share the looks or pieces. 

Let's be weird and amazing.

Because why the hell not?