XOXO (Arya)

So. Now for things that are of great relevance. Globally.

I found a style inspiration. When I was on my way back to Bombay last weekend. (See how I never write?!) Anyway, it was one of those movie-like 'Aha!' moments. Ever watched the show, Gossip Girl?
Heard of Serena Van Der Woodsen? It's her. And no, it's not because she's hot. I'm not hoping that by picking her, I'm going to magically get her amazing body or glorious hair. (Damn the Bombay humidity.)

It's just, the tastes match on many levels. I tend to go with the messy-hair, bohemian-with-an-edge thing like she does. I'm very likely to wear a floral dress with a leather jackets- just like she is. I LOVE my legs (as you may have seen from my proud display in the previous post), so shorts are my Number One fix on days that I feel shit. While I have a truckload of shorts, her collection is enviable, to say the least. Man, if I could get my hands on those Tibi leather shorts she wore.



I could've died and gone to heaven. Plus, we both have a thing for textures and prints, and mix-and-match outfits.
Like this dress. This is EXACTLY like something I'd wear. It's Jenny Packham, I think. Enough to make me swoon.



And her wedding dress. Sigh. It made me melt. Ah, Georges Chakra. I could just marry you.



But, most importantly, my current dress obsession is also one she wore on the show. It's a green lace Zuhair Murad. And I just want to die. LOOK AT IT!



But I've become boring. I wear jeans and t-shirts and old jackets now. With flip-flops. FLIP-FLOPS.
Can you believe it? It's just ridiculous. Which is why I want to go shopping. Get the groove in place again. I do know that when I go back home, I pamper myself every day. I take long baths, steam, use face packs, hydrate my hair. Here, there just isn't any time. So here's the plan. I will shop here. Get the raw material ready. And when I can, and I have the time to look awesome here, I will.

But when I go back home, I plan to be the boss of everything. Watch me, world. I will finally let my Serena out.


So. My major fashion related plan for the next ten days- as long as I'm in Bombay, is to shop. Shop, shop, shop. Off the road, in thrift stores. One or two keeper pieces from the brands that created them. Shoes, skirts, shorts, tops. The mixing and matching will do itself.

And while she's not the brightest, I understand Serena best of all the characters on the show. She's unashamed about her indulgence, but she's also relatively no-nonsense about the things that matter to her. I wouldn't say I identify with her, or that we're similar in any way- just that I understand her. Her fashion sense, however, I identify with wholeheartedly.

You know what my favourite thing about Serena is, though? She's so fearless. I mean, I wish I could step out in the day in those heels. But I can't. I'm too chicken. So I trade the heels I wish I was wearing to my trusted flip-flops. Her clothes, her shoes, her hair- make her the person she is, in so many ways. And in so many ways, she wears her personality on every piece of clothing, every accessory, every hairstyle she's wearing. If there's anything I could learn from her, it is to be more fearless in fashion.

And it's a lesson for everybody. Fearlessness. Because who the hell cares.

Love,
Arya.

(PS: I just bought an adorable floral jumpsuit and an amazing strappy bohemian top at lunch. Writing these posts makes me so hungry. Not for food, though, apparently.)