Iridescent

Concept, Styling & Garments: Keshav Bajaj
Photography: Photography By Aman M

Dial M: Hitchcock's Femme Fatales

Concept & Styling: Vikram Hazarika Sharma
Photography & Post-production: Yinny Yangy Illusions

Mae Lookbook

Lookbook for Mae
Concept & Styling: Vikram Hazarika Sharma
Photography & Post-production: Yinny Yangy Illusions

Fifty Shades Darker: Part Deux

Concept, Styling & Garments: Vikram Hazarika Sharma
Photography: Photography By Aman M

Fifty Shades Darker: Part Une

Fifty Shades in the Sun - Goa Photodiary

Ever so often, comes along an experience that re-affirms your faith in humanity and gives you a new found perspective on life, going to Goa over new years' was sadly not one such experience. It partly had to do with the fact that it being my first time there, I had mammoth expectations and thought it was going to be a non stop party every where. Much to my disappointment it was not. Over the years I had come to view Goa as 'party central', owing to all the wild stories narrated to me by friends as well as it's projection in popular culture as a one stop shop for all things considered unsavoury in conservative circles. But as it turns out, much to the relief of morally upright forces, Goa is no different from other major cities when it comes to a night of unadulterated debauchery, the only difference being that most places in Goa have the beautiful Arabian sea as a backdrop to their (sometimes shabby) interiors. However Goa was not all bad! It is beautiful, extremely beautiful, and it's amazing how you can end up spending the entire day at the beach doing nothing(unless you consider 'people watching' to be physically or mentally exerting). The isolated pristine beaches of Candolim (North Goa) are ideal for spending countless hours just soaking up the sun and whetting your appetite by way of all the local and not so local delicacies made available by the countless beach front shacks. Goa is the perfect getaway as long as you have realistic expectations and a heartfelt commitment to some serious 'chilling'(read: getting roasted in the sun).

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

"A long string of images held together with grace"

The 12th of August 2012, was a sad day for artists and art connoisseurs alike, as Prabuddha Dasgupta took his last few breaths and bid adieu to the world he had once captured beautifully through his camera lens. To call him a mere fashion photographer would be robbing him of his true credentials, that as an endorser and enabler of the human condition, taking photographs "where people could be people" and not cardboard cutouts of popular notions of perfection. I was fortunate enough to be witness to an evening kept in his honour where people(family, friends and people whose lives he had touched) spoke about him and paid their last respect. It was only fitting that the memorial was kept at the National Gallery of Modern Art, New Delhi as Prabuddha had spent a better part of his youth living here, as his father was a sculptor who resided in the Gallery premises. Along with riveting speeches by the likes of Mira Nair, the night ended with a montage of Prabuddha's iconic photographs whose impact was further heightened by Leonard Cohen's haunting music. The evening also saw Prabuddha's daughters singing a heartfelt rendition of John Lennon's "Imagine". Prabuddha wanted his photographs to be "a long string of images (that were) held together with grace", and seeing the legacy he leaves behind, I can safely say that he's more than achieved that. They say that the good, die young. I couldn't agree more. R.I.P.

Photographs courtesy: prabuddhadasgupta.com

La Dolce Vita

picture courtesy: Rhea Baweja

It's funny how a few days in an alien town can change your perspective on things. Being in Milan for a summer course, did just that, and so much more! Italy, ever since the days of the Renaissance, has been the hub of all things art and culture, with a special emphasis on design. The italians take great pride in their appearance, and I could easily see why their sartorial sense would be any street style photographer's wet dream. The Italians are un-apolegetic about their way of life, so much so that a large chunk of their population are more than comfortable conversing in only their mother tongue,not feelng the need to equip themselves with the unmatched benefits that the English language would avail them. In today's times of identity tussles, we could surely take a page out of their book and proudly wear our individuality on our sleeve and desperately hold onto any raw fleeting emotion that feels inherently 'real'!













On a side note, inspite of having been sporadically updating this blog for the past 2 years, i'm still quite not comfortable with the idea of posing for the purpose of displaying personal style by way of pictures and the certain douchey connotations I think it has. Now don't get me wrong, in no way am I hating on the personal style bloggers out there! Complete respect and kudos to those who can pull it off, but you've got to admit that posting pictures of oneself on a regular basis is a tad bit narcissistic! I wish there were a better way of letting people in on our style, taste, etc. and basically have them see what we're all about. Oh wait, there is, through pictures(not of ourselves, but of the stuff we own and the things we do), our writing (that can in many ways say so much more about a person than a photograph) and just the compilation of things that we absolutely adore! So before my statements get any further paradoxical, I shall shut up and see ya'll in my next post!

Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.

Lots more interesting posts coming up, as we gear up for something 'BIG', in the meantime follow us on twitter @SartorialDiary and @humahazarika









bomber jacket-Zara, white high waisted pants-Thrifted, black tube top-Promod, oversized clutch-local boutique, tan platforms-Aldo, bangles-assorted, necklace- vintage.