Monthly Archives: August 2010

Masculinity Comes To Fore

I’m picking up from where I left off in my last post. Today I tell you why I stingily posted so few pictures on my blogfence. Blogfence!- I just came up with that! (feeling all proud and important) Actually I don’t have anything to say, the pictures will speak for themselves.

 

Masculinity comes to the fore to defend my shoot. Woo! Fun times! 😛

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A Borrowed Shirt and A Photoshoot

OK, I never thought I’d be doing this but here I am, trying to do what everybody does, trying to follow the extant blogger’s craze – to write about what they/ he/ she wore.  I’m still on my mission to find my “style” and thought I’d try mascu- feminine chic just for the reason that I’ve Adored the look ever since I tripped over the term in some glossy fashion magazine a little more than half a decade ago.

So I threw on a shirt borrowed from a guy friend after some charm, threats and cajoling (I’m taking “mascu”-feminine chic in its truest sense!), a pair of H&M jeans (that was a steal for 5 quid!), some thrift-ed beads and chains, my basic black blazer (that I’ve used at all times except at formal do’s. I normally wear it out with my sleeves rolled up for that grungy feel) and black Mary- Janes and voila! Look below!

I managed to get only these shots that looked decent enough to be published, I’ll tell you why in my next post (which has no clue when it’ll see the light of day from the abysses of my mind! Hang in there.)

I think this is an entirely different me from the floral- and- pastel girlishness of my Vintage days and a slight upgrade from my (yawn) jeans and top ensemble.

Oh and don’t miss the tinny gold band on head and the face sans the warpaint.

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Goodbye BIAD

This day formally marked the finish of university life and I had the same stomach clench that I felt when I was at the end of school and the end of my undergrad too. But then, unlike those times, we had an interestingly different kind of day, walking past grafitti-ed on godowns and friends trying to “convert” me to the fashion religion called Vintage.

But before all that and after individual tutorials with our professor, we had a mini photo session against our university entrance, officially proclaiming ourselves to be students of the Birmingham Institute of Art & Design. Here are the pictures.

Check out each one of us with our own distinctive dressing style!

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Vinatge Goddesses, Amy and Claire in their pretty floral threads, oversized shades and tan brogues. (Don’t miss their newly colored summer hair and Claire’s little vintage camera).

Next up is VM, rocking her funky mascu-feminine look in short hair-do, bright, fun colors and cowboy boots. I heart those soles! And I want!

Behold Anna in slouchy jeans, smart trainers and the big, tartan fabric flower on tee. I’ve always loved the way she carries off huge, quirky accessories with panache.

Finally, there’s me in my jeans and top combo- skinny navies with blue slit-sleeved top. Yes, I’m still on my quest to find the “my style”.

Photography: Amy Purfield- Clark

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Stat Threads Update

Here’s the next status message that tickled me by Miss Writer, Pooja Sharma, who says,

“The story of my life would be called “Writer’s Block”

and might aswell be a sketchbook with blank pages… :/”

 

Fuuny, I feel the same way! (Talks for the lack of “substantial” posts, right?)

So readers, if you want your message posted here, make sure you put up good one-liners on Facebook and you’re sure to be featured. And yes, always stay tuned to this space! Ciao!

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Friends, the Essence of Survival

Robes of Vicuna, trimmings of lace;

But nothing can ever replace

A hand you can hold,

A tender face

And a heart made of gold.

I love you all mad for,

Friends aren’t a fad

To come and go

They stay steadfast and long,

And make sure you never go wrong.

This, I warn you, is Not the usual, put-on, “sweet nothings”. These lines bubbled up right from the tiniest capillaries of a heart that now understands, more than ever, what the crux of life is- friendship. Thank you people for being there for me through the 22 years of my existence as a speck on this planet and looking out for me, so a good egg doesn’t go bad! I mean every  word.

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