Most Indians seem to suffer from a serious lack of imagination, when it comes to everyday dressing.
Not that I am an expert.
I mean yes, crop tops are everywhere. BUT HELL, go easy on them. I am serious. My Pinterest page was full of them about two years back. And while the world has graduated to other forms of styles, India seems to have discovered crop tops and maxi dresses yesterday.
Why are we the laggards when it comes to fashion? Yeah, yeah, we have better things to concentrate on… Like inventing the Zero and landing on Mars, but a little experimentation wouldn’t hurt. Will it?
Instead of blindly borrowing the styles worn in the West and following them when propagated by our so-called-fashion magazines.
We only rely on fashion designers and the professionals to do the thinking.
Sarees are widely perceived to be ‘shaadi’ or ‘graduation’ worthy, thrown out of the work-culture with the polyester sheer shirt somehow being handed that advantage.
God I have begun to hate that shirt.
From the slimy streets of Bandra to the shimmering ‘hi-end’ malls, the racks are stacked with the Polyester Georgette Sheer shirt with metal buttons. Sheesh!
I wouldn’t hate it so much, if my colleagues and contemporaries teamed it with an interesting skirt or a hand painted stole. Or wore something that didn’t look so much like a signature copy-paste from a magazine or a TV show. I mean yes, we all need inspiration and we do look at celebrities and movies for interesting styles, but wouldn’t our world be a little more interesting if we just had a little more colour.
If people built their brands around themselves, and their clothes were the packaging?
And everything they wore hence forward would just be building blocks of the narrative on the journey that they, the human being as a brand, would build? I mean, people, GO OUT. Discover India. The world is knocking on our doors for we have the craziest and most awesome of crafts.
Try making a dress from a block printed fabric. Or even a crop top, if you insist.
Add a border… Not a thick one. Choose the narrow gold one, that gets lost in a sea of eye-hurting borders that your tailor chooses to unceremoniously heap onto the edge of that hideous Anarkali.
Wear some beads. Not the inglorious ones you see hanging from Forever 21 or Aldo.
Wait! I am not supposed to dictate these terms. So yeah, if the Forever 21 accessory department is you, go ahead.
Choose your beads. Handpick your stole. Scout the streets for unique, one-of-a-kind pieces that you can play up or play down. Wear the sheer shirt if you must! Of course it’s not bad. JUST add some story to your outfit.
I mean we’re all born creative right? And it doesn’t hurt to look good.
Why must we all be a product in the mass-produced, heavily industrialised market of today, wearing what the export houses churn out in billions?
When Gandhiji said ‘spin’… he had a point.
When I say so, I have another.
Assert yourself through curating your look.
Assert your independence when it comes to style.