Showing posts with label Pakistani lawn suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pakistani lawn suits. Show all posts

Monday, January 05, 2015

Did you see that?

This post is an epiphany. It has NOTHING to do with my son or me or my motherhood-ness..this is THAT OMG moment when i discover something and have absolutely no idea who to scream it out to.

So, if you have been following me by any chance, (i know you havn't) i have recently fallen in love with a lot of these pakistani salwar suits because they are stylish, smart, etc.. read it here if you want to know more.

Naturally i indulged in a lot of shopping to satisfy this craving. Bumped into a designer called Ali Xeeshan who's designs seemed cool and quirky...much like apna Manish Arora.  Picked up the suit below, but like all pakistani lawn suits, I had to assemble it like Ikea. Respite being that i could place the embroideries where i wanted them.



Mine is a tad different than what the model has worn but thats not the point here. What i would like you to focus on, dear readers, are the embroidered patches. The below one in particular.



Now while this Eid collection came out in Aug 2014, what has recently been launched in the classier part of the world, is -hold you breathe- Louis Vuitton 2015 Resort wear by Nicholas Ghesquiere (of Balenciaga fame) and it LOOKS LIKE THIS!!


Saw it on highheelconfidential, my go to blog with the first cup of coffee every morning in office while waiting for  my mails to download.

Now i shall breathe.. because you know now apart from me, that the BIGGEST conglomerate in the luxury world has blatantly copied a design from the much less known designer from one of the third world countries!

Below is Mr. Xeeshan with and in his creation.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Get a Grip Mommy #2: Dressing up with the Enemy

Very dramatic, i know! I like drama...only the ones i create..am pretty selective like that. :) Though i am enjoying the drama my little one does...well, not all, especially NOT when he pretends to puke.. i jump to his rescue, frantically rub his back, sip him water, alert everyone at home to keep the mop ready and bathroom empty, only for him to  suddenly look up to give me the most mischievous smiles....WHATTHE!!...had it been ANY other soul on this planet and the neighboring, he would have got one big 'fatak' from me. Hmpf. But well. The heart is a fuzzy ball at this moment.
 
What the heart does, the body follows.. body is a giant fuzzy ball as well..  my low waist trousers itch at the c -section stitches (the ones i can manage to get into, that is) and the big belly on top resembles a giant muffin.. shirts look like bolero jackets.....basically i need a Prozac when i look at my wardrobe.

I have been hiding myself in yards and yards of anarkalis of late ( you can put up a tent for four in all that fabric!) and now i am bored..though i must admit my little one likes to hide in them once in a while..it's our little game :) so he crawls between my legs and he becomes invisible..it's true, no one can find him then..how huge am i??

Moving on from self pity, i have found solace in these Pakistani style shirt trousers (they are basically salwar kurtas but that is what they like to call it across the border). Its made in the softest of cottons called Lawn and are uber stylish..doing a fantastic job of giving you a smart silhouette and can pass off as formals or stylish casuals.. comes in loads of variety, you can have net or chiffon sleeves, beautiful colours and patterns...suddenly i have found a playground!

No more of trying to squeeze into the Vero Moda type clothes- synthetic BO inducing - bought on sale like 50,000 other girls & women - but a customized - well tailored- attire that goes from office to party..AM IN LOVE! (Nothing in the world can bridge borders like love, music and fashion!)

Oh yeah, didn't tell you, you can customize the stuff.. they generally come with embroidery patches which can be worn as you please.. and the length of the kurta can go on forever..

REMEMBER: longer the kurta, thinner the hips.

Throw in a saree once in a while and you have a neo Indian, classy work wear! Bring on the excel sheets!!

Mitthe paan di gilory,
Lattha suit da lahori,
Fatte maarti Phillauri,
Jugni mel mel ke, kood phaand ke,
Chakk chakaudde jaave…
 
(You are like) A Mouthful of sweetened paan,
Wearing a Lahori Cotton Suit,
Strong as the woods of Phillaur,
The Firefly(girl) is leaping, swinging, jumping,
Fearlessly moving…

Wearing Mashaal by Lala Vol 2, 2014 collection