I’ve been shooting a few portfolios lately. Natural light, no war paint, the stuff casting agents ask for these days. This is Shruti. She was hanging out at the Axe Effect IPL promos we styled a couple of weekends ago and we decided to make an afternoon of it in the marquee we were sitting in. No makeup, no meters, nothing. She’s a pretty one.
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Tagged: Photography, portfolio, Sheena
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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Tagged: DIY, Eat me, Sheena
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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Tagged: Drink, Pune, Reviews, Sheena
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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Tagged: Eat me, Photography, Sheena
Haven’t spoken about this on the blog at all but the last two months of 2009, I spent travelling with India’s biggest youth reality TV show MTV Roadies all over the country and to a few places in Africa as a photoblogger chronicling what really goes on behind the scenes and in front of the camera. I took about 38383536 pictures on the journey and each week I’ll be posting them with some writings. And if you go to MTV homepage or the Roadies microsite and wait long enough, you’ll see my cheesy face in the changing banner, and here you can check out my photoblogs if you’re so inclined.
I’M SO FAYMISSSSS EVEN THE NEKKID GIRL IS LOWER ON THE PAGE. HAH!
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Tagged: Photography, Sheena
Happy 1st birthday ‘this is weeny’. Waiting for a reasonable moment to start on a bottle of 42 Below Honey vodka (how festive!) I only just realised that today one year ago in Melbourne, I posted a picture of a really good slice of pizza online. Lots has happened since. 2009 was a good year for a bad one. I’ll put up a few pictures over the next few days, none that have made the blog before. Till then, I hope you have a lovely, hangover free Christmas with people you care about. Kisses.
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Tagged: Melbourne, Photography, Sheena
Back at my grandmother’s, I’ve been spending time with the cutest tiny person ever. Pretty sure I am the best godmother (yeah whose idea was that?) because a) I give her bindis to match her clothes and b) I make her listen to Karsh Kale and c) I let her play with Photo Booth.
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Tagged: Music, Sheena, Video
This little boy stole a piece my heart with his toothy grin. I’m going to blow up the second photo and cover a whole wall in my house with it.
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Tagged: Art faggotry, Photography, Sheena
I just painted my nails to look like The Joker but I must have left my camera transfer cord at the beedi shop or something so here’s a shitty picture for your pleasure. I feel awesome.
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Tagged: Art faggotry, Sheena
Today is technically the third day of Diwali and although it has ruined my body, what a three days it’s been. There has been much drunken revelry, good company, barbecues on high terraces, poker, neighbours bringing over homemade sweets, dressing up.
Pune smells like gunpowder though, which can’t be good. It’s really loud and polluted and I’ve seen too many horrid accidents. Last night, somebody in my street lit a tree on fire with their irresponsible rocket lighting and the fire brigade had to put it out. As the wise @ashwinpande said ‘I need to find a one-armed man to teach these fucking kids a lesson about not playing with firecrackers.’
So in a great big fuck you to firecrackers, Shaunit and I threw ourselves a Diw-holi party. We decided to make a rangoli, light tiny diyas and play holi which we both missed this year(and myself since the 90s) and we drank whisky and and ate chocolate cake and lemon tarts and stayed up till dawn.
Rangoli is actually more difficult to do than it looks. Add alcohol to the mix and it’s near impossible. But we did okay.
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Tagged: Art faggotry, Colour, Pune, Sheena
