Anushree Reddy shines at Lakmé Fashion Week… literally

This collection presented at the talent box, second day of the LFW (Resort)  at 4.00pm was my highlight. It was quite entrancing, really, there really was no doubt that it was going to become a sensational hit. There was delicate lace work, there were pearls, flowers, pretty floral prints, sequin work, shimmer, net, beautiful hyderabadi zardozi borders… all that in shades of pink, whites, beige & yellow rocked the ramp. The designer, Anushree Reddy describes her collection- “I’ll be showcasing Indian wear with a twist. The clothes will be flowy, in candy pop colours, straight out of a fairy tale,” …and it was just that. I’m gonna shut up now and let the pictures do the talking… enjoy the show!

What a show, right?! RIGHT?! The factor that most attracted me to the collection was, (apart from the designs), the air of antiquity and grandeur created and highlighted by the whole show and the sheer elegance  that flowed from it. It exuded grace and femininity; it felt royal…well, let’s just go ahead and call it 100% desirable! Any girl would dream of owning it, or at least wish to wear it once, just once. Such a delightful collection. I keep mentioning that, don’t I… haha well, kudos to this new designer on the block. We wish her the best and hope to see more beautiful collections in the future. Another post on day 2 at LFW, coming shortly..

Confessions of a sleep deprived, work-accumulated fashion student

For the past one month I feel like a bug’s been eating out my brains… lovely imagery isn’t that? Haha… oh dear Lord please keep me going. It’s just for a few more, terribly long months…but don’t let me give up. =]

#1 You say at least 7 hours sleep is essential. Haah. I wish.

#2 Skipping meals becomes a habit. You work until 5am to realize you had forgotten to have dinner. True story.

#3 Tends to become a little more cranky, if not a tentatively rude person throughout the course years.

#4 Your room is filled with your projects and clothes tossed around.

#5 Social life, what social life?

#6 You may start seeing things through entirely different lens. All you can think of is how to make whatever you’re making, better. Y’know how they say “the world is my canvas” and you have the palette in your mind? Go wild.

#7 Don’t even get me started on what stitching does to you. And what tacking does to you. How many of us are familiar with the “seam ripper”?!- a tool none of us go to college without.

#8 Some need cigarettes after cigarettes, others need unlimited supply of coffee. I need my green tea.

#9 You start dreaming about your work. They may/may not start slowly turning into nightmares later on.

#10  You discover the true meaning of STRESS.

#11  Any contact you make in the fashion biz can come as a help someday.

#12 Slowly, and an uncontrollable trait this one, you start checking everybody’s outfits out, and what’s fashionable and what’s not. Out in the street, in a restaurant… although in a mall you’d likely be distracted by all your favourite stores.

#13 Some of us are serious, slightly uncontrollable shopaholics. Hey, it’s what we love best! Not to mention, on the day sales start for a store we like, you can expect us there, early.

#14 Our course defines the proverb “practice makes perfect”.

#15 On the other hand, the feeling you get when something you created is being worn and showcased at a fashion show… Un.bloody.believable.

So there we have it. It might be a little different here and there for some of you all, but mostly I believe we all fall under this vicious category. Buuuut, despite the sleepless nights we go through, and the missing of meals, and the missing of parties and chilling- we do love what we do. It’s no mathematics, it’s not science, and it’s definitely not mugging up of anything. It is pure creation, inspiration and lots of ideas, concepts and vision combined altogether. Design, my friends, is a big freaking deal. You might say …”oh hey you just have to draw and stitch clothes” …if it was as easy as that, then why would our lives be so, incredulously strenuous?! Point made, point explained.

Goodnight fellow bloggers!

For my Father

No better way of wishing my beloved father Happy birthday than a well thought of, written piece of literature. That should make for his ideal present.  I would get you a book, but then I’m sure you’d already have it or at least already have read it.

A father- Growing up I remember mine singing old family songs to me, attributing to my imagination by telling me stories of dolphins, and for a long long period, maybe even today, I still believe in his stories. Yes I believe in a talking Dolphin that exists in a swimming pool in Palakad. =) Only because my father’s told me so.

I grew up learning names of writers and books rather than anything else, always and even today, finding out which are the latest additions to our “library”. I might as well have learned “G” for “Graham Greene”.

And I always knew, if I ever end up in a situation where I need to answer a question, any question regarding whatever-anything at all intellectual, I knew it would be my father that I’d call for help.

To put it the way he would like it; he’s given me not a book, but a library of memories growing up, a thesaurus of ideas and opportunities to figure out- [nothing ever the easy way]; not to forget a dictionary of things, that he’s taught me, A-Z. If he’s Shakespeare, I’m Romeo and Juliet. If he’s Wordsworth, I’m Daffodils…

I know people who are scared of their father, but not me. He may be a difficult person for people to connect with, but for me, the easiest.

Perhaps the reason I’ve turned into something of a mini literature nerd that I am, is all thanks to him, wait of course it is. [Alright both my parents for that matter.]

You are to me, as Atticus was for Scout. In fact, here’s a few lines from that very favourite book.

“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.”  ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Happy Birthday, Appa.