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Dakiya

Posted on May 28, 2011 | 1 Comment

My friend Shivraj, who is generally just rad and brilliant, has been making things with his hands. His postman wallet is a genius invention and I use the shit out of mine. It’s a wallet for artists and spiffy people, pocket sized and super nifty.

It’s actually comical when myself and all our friends reach for our wallets these days because they’re all versions of the postman. I was kind of obsessed with mine for a while, and  took a bunch of photos for him and one day we ordered pizza and scanned a whole bunch of stuff together. He’s got a bunch of versions like the telegram and airmail too with denim or leather and even a vegan version (no leather trim) but for now, find the waxed canvas seamail and inland in his webshop or barter with him!

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Pretty/Good

Posted on April 18, 2011 | 1 Comment

I’ve been recycling. Stolen designer drink bottles make beautiful vases to stolen wedding flower arrangements. One happy criminal window sill.

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Yacht Club

Posted on April 15, 2011 | Leave a comment

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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Yellow Tree Cafe

Posted on April 24, 2010 | 1 Comment

I know I haven’t posted a review in about fifty years but that’s all changing now with the very sunny Yellow Tree Cafe that’s opened up the road from me. White washed but far from blah, Soheil and I visited when I was having a pretty horrid day but the cool, breeziness of the cafe’s aquamarine and white wicker decor, coupled with its quirky wall illustrations and great little bar was enough to wash away all gloominess. The paper menu was rife with recommendations but despite the towering burgers that arrived at the next table, we opted for some Italian and it didn’t disappoint. My only qualm was the slow service, our mains taking over forty minutes to arrive and when they did, they came after each other so we were tapping our fingers while the other ate. But my ravioli was perfect and his risotto, hearty and delicious. Peepshow below.

Yellow Tree Cafe, 33rd and Ambedkar Rd Junction, Bandra (W), Mumbai

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Nougat

Posted on April 2, 2010 | 2 Comments

Flash back a few years when bangs, blonde highlights, black and white, napping between lectures, Scrumpy cuddles, One Tree Hill marathons and afternoons baking with Hayley and Soheil were de rigueur. We (They) made babaghanoush and brownies that day also, and also marshmallows I think. Whatever, I made us endless cups of tea and pored over David LaChapelle’s Artists and Prostitutes. Pretty sure we ate half the nougat before it set even. You know what they say about too many cooks.

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Apartamento

Posted on March 28, 2010 | 6 Comments

Oh so I live in Bombay now. Except I keep getting ill so I’m in Pune as I post this. But I have my own tiny apartment in Chuim Village, a quaint old Portuguese fishing colony in Bandra. My place is mostly unfurnished except for my miniscule kitchen (priorities!) but I thought I’d post some pictures from the house and the neighbourhood. It’s super charming, there are always animals scurrying about, and the house itself has awesome potential I reckon. Just wait till I get a bed or desk or wardrobe. Hah!

Till then, some glimpses.

View from the kitchen. So ghetto. Yet amazing.

Lights in the living room.

This dog likes me. I think anyway.

Editorial wall in my bedroom. Mostly Prabuddha Dasgupta’s for Vogue or GQ. Ah I love him.

Poseur cat. Seriously, I took like ten perfect different shots.

My window shrine. My nana brought over the crucifix and our lady. I inherited the healing crystal and buddha from my father. I’m not really religious though.

Oh and I have the coolest cardboard clock!

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Diya’s House

Posted on October 31, 2009 | 3 Comments

Diya Sarker is a beautiful girl and talented art director I just met. She lives in Bombay in a one bedroom studio, which Neville and I visited inebriated post midnight last Friday. I was in awe. Beautifully lit with fairy lights and Robot Chicken on her macbook, she has art and her own prints everywhere, a blue mural in her kitchen, lots of lovely possessions and a great selection of reading material. Two very cute street cats keep her company when they please.

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My own space

Posted on October 10, 2009 | 2 Comments

Feeling particularly uninspired in my grandparent’s home. Not that I don’t love the proximity to them, but I miss my freedom (and sanity). I want to have my own place and my room without their ugly, ancient PC and even uglier and older cupboards in it. I want to hang baubles and blu-tack pictures and drink red wine in my underwear at 2 pm, things I became accustomed to having lived alone for a million years. I miss having a billion pretty editorials on my walls, coming and going as I please, entertaining people. I just want a space to call my own again, something like these would be nice.

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Mosquito nets are oddly romantic. I think this is Naomi Campbell’s room in her house in the Caribbean.

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South Indian film posters. Fuck yes! They are so kitsch. I like Katie’s comic book wallpaper also.

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Lovely egg-yolk lamp and magazine stack desk. I think the desk would be fairly easy to make if you punched a big hole in the center through the mags and inserted the actual legs. Maybe?

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Love this. The wall, the colours and the suede seat.

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This room looks expensive. But it needn’t be really. I like the contrast of the artwork against the starkness of the white.

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What a beautiful nook. I could sleep here.

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Apartment love

Posted on August 17, 2009 | 1 Comment

Last week, I managed to sort out my paperwork in order to live and work in India and I had to go to Bombay again to do so. Again I had a lovely time. I stayed with my friend Sohrab in his adorable apartment. I think I’ve mentioned him before on the blog, he was my first ever crush and he’s a beautiful pianist with an incredible voice. We ate gnocchi and sushi, watched Love Actually and stayed up all night London apartment hunting, smoking and talking in his wrought iron window sill which he turns into a magical nook with oversized cushions and pot plants and candles. His pad has the nicest lighting, lamps and low lighting from below and he has Freddie Mercury artwork hanging above his piano. I was a little mesmerised.

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Proof of youth

Posted on April 19, 2009 | 3 Comments

I’m at my friend Mark’s house right now, basking in the afterglow of a party, drinking breakfast juice, listening to The Shins and trying on everyone’s clothes while they nap, with only a cat named Socks for a friend. God, please don’t let this be a glimpse into my future. I used to live in this house when I was an exchange student. It is the nicest, coolest house with more hilarity and man love than between Turk and JD. The last time I was over, around Christmas time, we made and drank zac-nog - egg nog out of a Zac Efron mug. Anyways when I got here last night, I stole Mark’s iPhone and photographed his bed because I thought it was kind of adorable. Six am decor post.

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And some other photos because I’s real lonely.

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The worst best ice cubes.

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I look like a hipster fixie bike rider. Even Socks is afraid.

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