Showing posts with label statement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label statement. 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



Sunday, 15 February 2015

Skirt. Love. Woof.

"I'd give you my last slice of bacon. It's true love bebeh."
                                                                         -ME

It's all about love. *Yawn*
Just kidding.
I love love. I love how love means different things to different people.
Love is the only feeling that has no logical explanation.
Like the daily progression from night to day, the rotation of the earth, love propels us. Love moves us towards infinity everyday. 


Is the butterfly in love with the cocoon?  No. But the caterpillar is. Always will be. Much after it ceases to exist.

My love gifted me a tiny ball of fur a few months back. My love thinks i can be responsible for the life of another. I had my doubts. He din't.
I call him Dexter. A golden retriever.

He changed me.

He taught me the following things i was too selfish to fathom otherwise:

-Love can bite you. It won't know that it's hurting you. But it will bite you all the same. It will leave you with a clot in your heart. To play is to love is to hurt is to love.

-Love may not always agree with you, love will try to pull away from you with surging passion. And at that moment, don't tighten your grip or the leash. Trust and let go and walk in the  other direction. Love will come home to you, wiser.

-Love never changes. Love does not depreciate with time. You do.
And love does not need to balance out. Love is no balance sheet.


-Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When you can be alone, you can be with others without using them as an escape.

 -When love comes running to you and tugs at your skirt, believe that it is love and it will always be. Even though it  might just be the scent of the burger in your bag.


 Because one day, the burgers will not come home, you will. And love will still come running  to you.
Unconditional. Unwavering. Slobbering.















I am wearing:
Sequinned Black and white skirt
Off-shoulder Black Zipper Top
 Floral Printed Jacket
Antic stone Neck piece from Kashmir
Semi-precious Stone ring
Combat Boots

Featuring : DEXTER <3

Photographer: Himanshu Rai




Koop - Strange Love from Anthony Semler on Vimeo.

Sunday, 1 February 2015

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







Sunday, 11 January 2015

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?