How did nobody inform me that Sheena: Queen of the Jungle had such bomb ass cover art? All my life I’ve been rolling my eyes when people called me that and now I’m wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Look at her fierce outfits. Jungle chicness gleuteus maximus.
Ran the photo booth at the Bandra Block Party on Sunday. So many lovely, quirky characters in the vicinity. Such good sports. Special thank you to my borrowed bedroom curtains for being the best backdrop for the first few hours. I will dry clean you.
I’ve been recycling. Stolen designer drink bottles make beautiful vases to stolen wedding flower arrangements. One happy criminal window sill.
Spent last weekend with these two beautiful, hilarious boys at the Yacht Club, a strong contender for one of my favourite buildings in Bombay, the others being Buckley Court, Birla House and Sarkar Heritage. The winding wooden staircase, the inner workings of the elevator, the great tiles, the claw foot bathtubs, the high ceilings, the cane furniture in the ball room, the cloakrooms. We explored every nook, took a hundred pictures, went undercover, smuggled beer and wine, smoked, practised a new language, whirled around, we visited art galleries, took a taxi across town to drink Long Island iced teas in shutting clubs, invented new words, laughed ourselves stupid, Photo Booth-ed, sang songs, drank masala chai and ate the best goddamn club sandwiches ever. I already miss you copious amounts Aamir and Akshat.
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Tagged Art faggotry, Bombay, Decor, Inspiration, Mumbai, Photography, Sheena
I’ve often gone past the woodcarving workshops on that long Mahim strip, taking mental note that I should one day visit, be inquisitive and take photographs of their fussy, intricate furniture and accessories. In Final Cut, German curator Tobias Megerle marries the artisans’ traditional handiwork with a western element and lifestyle to create the functional but fancy Mumbai skateboard. The exhibition showcases not only the ornate finished products but photos of the twelve participating artists posing with their pieces. Faceless no more, the show at The Loft in Lower Parel (same complex as the Blue Frog) is currently on as part of the series Solicited Perspectives till April 12th.
In my gap year (six years ago), I knitted everybody I knew reasonably futile objects. Found out somebody still uses their card holder. Booyah.
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I love saris. I wish I could wear them everyday like my grandmother did. I went to exactly one show at (Lakme India) Fashion Week, the Shantanu and Nikhil show where I saw and lusted over this one. How perfect it is, and how chic and nicely draped.
In other updates, I discovered the album Sinema from this Delhi band Peter Cat Recording Co. And Motherland, one of the first indie magazines in India by ad house Wieden+Kennedy has great cover art and insight into Indian subcultures.
If you can’t tell, my Indophilia is currently off the charts.
