I know I said I wouldn't blog till September but I'm so happy. I just did the last fashion assignment of my life. Life. LIFE. Designers' clothes from LIFW being displayed in an upmarket Bangalore store. I hate these events. Everyone dressed to the gills at 11 a.m., airkissing and wine drinking when they should be at their jobs for chrissake. Sandals, sequins, fluttering sales assistants, disinterested (or very interested) designers.
So me and my photographer went around saying hello, hello and all I could think all through was, "This is my last!!"
My last Shaking Hands: "Hello Rohit, hello Rahul" making inane conversation about the charity fashion auction last night - "such a good cause," I say. "It was really...sweet," says Rohit Gandhi.
My last Coordinating for Photos: "We'd like someone in the picture please, it's so flat otherwise. Hi Art Gallery Owner, could you pose for us? Uh, I'm so sorry but could you move over this side please since we're looking at LIFW collections in our story..." while Page3 person poses and specifies, "No profile, please!" -shudder-
My last I'm Too Busy: So happy that it doesn't matter if Rajesh Pratap Singh wants to be photographed five minutes later, or if he doesn't want to be photographed at all, because it's my last, last, last fashion do.
My last Wine On The Job.
My last Pretty Short Eats.
My last Wondering How Friends Turned Out This Way: Old Friends who you've scarped knees with and who were perfectly cool people suddenly now as Sales Assistants in Design Stores being all stressed out.
"Hey M! Gosh you look all stressed out..."
M: "Uhhh, yeah!"
How stressful is it to find an L size instead of an S? Huh?
My last Encounter with Bangalore Times Fashion Correspondents: You can never tell if they're here on assignment or as special invitee. "You're our guest," says the store manager. K swishes back her straight her, the pink glitter tassels by her belt shake and shudder and her delicate chiffon top flutters. Are these her work clothes?
When i first joined here, Rohini joked that the difference between The Hindu fashion correspondents and BT fashion correspondents was that we would go into a fashion assignment with our khadi clothes and beaten up sandals and ask, "But who can really afford these prices?" while BT would sashay in and wave neatly manicured hands in the air while asking, "Is that really the predominant colour for you this season?"
All true of course.
But now, it's over!! No one will stare at my cork sandals anymore!
