Missed their gig this weekend in Pune and I’m so sad I did because these boys are incredible. Rishab and Prayag make up Lost Stories, a progressive/electro/trance duo from Bombay who play killer, uplifting, dark, sexy tunes. I’ve had their myspace page open since I met them. Click click click and just go through their playlist. They’ve been picked up by some big guns also. Tiesto? Hello? I love their name too. But the story behind it, not so much. Haha. Love!
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Nice (and also horrid) weekend. My nana gave me a pretty skirt though and then so did my friend’s uber elegant mother. So now I have two insanely amazing mirror work skirts in two days. I love ethnic textiles. Mmm yum. Expect to see me wear them a lot.
My friend Anthea just uploaded these photos from 08 and I adore them. The MTV Just for Kicks party. Wow, was I drunk or was I drunk at that shindig.
Cooking for Anthea and Teva in my old apartment in Auckland. We had a wall covered in blackboard paint. Endless fun.
Also this picture is funny.
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Goa has some brilliant markets! Anjuna market is the best day market and at night, there’s Ingo’s and Mackies. Find out if they’re on and go before you get too drunk, or just get drunk there, they have beer. They have all the usual handicraft/novelty nonsense and lots of stalls selling beautiful clothes and accessories by independent hippie designers. I bought my rickshaw horn (aka my doorbell) and we walked through Kunaal tooting people in our way. Heeeee!
You can buy Rajasthani dolls. I love these. Buy me some.
Gorgeous hand painted shirts.
Venkat, Jonathan and Kunaal. They are the loveliest boys. <3
Amazing handmade yellow shoes. I wanted so bad but at Rs. 1800, we just bought a million pants instead.
Venkat bought pizza. It was deeeeelicious. Goa sausage and chilli. Nom.
Kitschy shopping bags.
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I couldn’t hold out. Noreen and I made pie. And it was goooooood. And she is awesome.
And because I love you, you can make some also. SUPER. EASY.
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My friend Kunaal has gone back to New York for his last semester at Parsons and I miss him even though he pokes fun at me and calls me the quintessential don’s girlfriend. He (and Anoushka) took firedancing lessons before he left Pune and I’ve been learning the darbuka, so we’ve decided when he comes back that I can play the drum while he dances. We’ve also made plans to take over lookbook. We’ll shoot on his beautiful hotel rooftop. He tried teaching me how to poi dance up there but I lack coordination in the worst way. If you ever are in Pune, you have to have a gin and tonic and watch the sunset from the terrace at The O Hotel. It’s super lush.
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I’m allergic to cold weather. It’s a real problem. I need to live in a town/city with sweltering summers and balmy winters and then I can just shop from each season’s resort collections. I love Alexander Wang 2010 resort collection, so not your usual boring Breton stripes nonsense.
I really hate black right now. She says while wearing a black batwing dress. Meh.
Photos from style.com
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“I can’t believe that I’m sharing a kebab with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with a kebab.” Haha, love Flight of the Conchords. I’ve seen them live. Hah.
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I miss cooking so much, it’s ridiculous. I haven’t cooked in seven months apart from a shortlived stint making rotis for my grandma the day her maid didn’t come. I remember the first thing I ever concocted, age 8 – a chocolate mousse from a recipe in one of those children’s newspapers like Young Times or something, where the recipes were always as simple as white bread, cucumber and sliced cheese. It was divine. When I left home, some eight years ago, I used to make grilled feta with cayenne pepper on toast, orange syrup cake and petits fours with my high school boyfriend. In the years that followed, I made Thai and Italian food for my housemates at university. I miss making pancakes with Teva (which technically he made) and making and baking sweet potato chips from scratch and steaming dumplings for Ro. I miss Juhi’s cooking lessons – hotpot and claypot, etc. I miss my boyfree baking extravaganzas with Hayley and trying recipes from her beautiful cookbooks Apples for Jam and Falling Cloudberries. The only time I’ve been in the kitchen since June is when Rushad and I made the most exquisite hot chocolate here once with a huge block of dark, a vanilla bean pod and a large green chilli we split and roasted. Oh and the one time, he invited me to their work kitchen and made the four following delicious dishes. Including the best burger I’ve ever eaten.
Stuffed calamari for a salad. Sesame beef salad prep. Delicious red pepper relish. That burger.
Oh and I miss baking the most. Muffins, fish pie, flourless chocolate cake. What sucks most of all is that I don’t have my own kitchen and the only utensils I have here are an ice crusher, a set of really expensive coffee mugs and two mini whisks. I can basically only make five minute chocolate cake. When I get my own place, I am going to make the biggest lemon tart, hand churned caramel icecream with fresh figs, tagliatelle with shellfish and ten jugs of mojitos. It will be in Bombay. You’re invited in advance.
Cooking and baking with Hayley. I missssssss.
-food rant end-
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My best friend Noreen just painted my nails all funny. I love them. I’m always complimented on my long fingers so if you know anyone from India’s lucrative hand modelling industry, tell them to call. Thanks in advance!
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This is one of my favourite photographs I’ve ever taken and this is one of my favourite poems, which I rediscovered the other day while surfing this lovely blog. I’ve recited it aloud probably fifteen times since. E. E. Cummings is magical.
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