Awesome-ness!

Hello Muffins!
Such a happy Sunday morning it is!
Well, I dragged myself out of bed and almost fainted looking at the mess around me.
What happens when a part of your closet(read clothes, shoes, jewelery, scarves, belts) is scattered on the bedroom floor, while the rest of it is sitting in three different bags, lying somewhere amidst the excessive clutter?
The mere thought of having to clean was putting me back to sleep.
Well my ideal Sunday mornings entail endless cups of Cappuccinos followed by absolutely delicious breakfast, while flipping through pages of the Brunch(HT supplement).
Grumbling over a backache caused by standing for long hours at the studio and walking around with a bag the size of a travel bag, is really not a plan for the plan.
Did I mention I had exactly half an hour to eat, get ready and clear the place up before I could leave for work?
And yes I did have the irresistible urge to slap myself for trying to be 'superwoman'.

But when I finally got here and logged onto the Indiatimes movies website, I couldn't stop grinning to myself.
Trying to handle college, endless projects with work, seemed absolutely worth it.
Two of my stories were in the highlights.
So there was one shady piece of gossip about Rani Mukherjee, which has been edited(read: murdered) and a Fashion feature.
Well my first fashion feature as 'Fashion Police'.
The content of the article is not too different from my Blog(Purple-Peeptoes), but it feels awesome to be able to talk to a larger audience now.
And the good news is that, it's going to be a weekly column from now on!
Yes, I feel awesome!
Awesome about how everything is falling into place.
I've completed a month at this office and see things get brighter everyday.
I've gotten to know a lot of people who are willing to get me in touch with big designers and stylists.
So my summer internship seems like something I'm going to look forward to.
First it seemed like a far fetched dream (read: lack of experience and no money to get a portfolio done).
In circumstances like these, I chanced upon a model and photographer in dire need of resources.
And now we've formed a team that's going to help all of us.
The the mere thought of it is so exhilarating.
The backache and the clutter seems like a an insignificant price to pay.
It is an awesome Sunday morning.
And from where I'm standing, it seems like and endless row of beautiful mornings.

P.S. For those of you who want to read the article, here's the link


P.P.S. Thanks so much for all the photography ideas. I'll upload the pictures I took soon.

Stills in High Heels

Ooooooommmmmgggggggggg today was awesome!
So what if I have made it home with smelly clothes, a mind that is too tired to function, eyes that for once are overwhelmed with the display of colours, legs that are silently abusing me for the torture they have been subjected to and a stomach that has survived up till now on just ONE paratha? *faints*

Today I got a glimpse of how I want the rest of my life to be.

Well, you do know that Blitzkrieg is coming up and I haven't exactly been giving up my goodnight sleep over it or putting everything else on hold just so I can be a part of the process. Of course, there is my Magazine Committee, but we're a really lazy lot.

Now that the photography event has come along, I suddenly find myself more enthused about Blitz than I ever was!

7 models, 7 photographers, an in-studio shoot, a ramp show, haute couture, a make up artist, a hair stylist and a look designer.
Do you want to guess what role I am going to play in this little reality show of our own?
Well no points for guessing right answer.

So let me tell you how we went about it. The first thing we did was making them sit and giving them a big talk. Shivam used fancy words like haute couture, and quotes which nobody understood, while dropping in names of famous photographers every now and then to make the audience go wow. then we took them to the boutique so they could pick their outfits. One for the photoshoot and one for the ramp.

So what I had to do was, have a little talk with each of the models ask them the sort of look they wanted, explain the look I thought would suit them, and then watch the Bridezillas in the making completely ransack the boutique to an extent that it resembled a godown filled with way too many people for it's own good.

But it was so much fun I tell you! Just looking at the stuff there was therapeutic. I loved the whole process of putting their outfit together, picking out their accessories, and advising them on the sort of shoes they should wear. I love how they'd look at me all wide-eyed and mouth open, like I was giving them the most life-changing advice. I loved how there were piles of clothes EVERYWHERE. I loved how the clueless guys picked up the most atrocious outfits and hated me for telling them so. I loved how we took six whole hours to pick just two outfits for each model. But nothing, absolutely nothing beats the happy faces of the models when they left the boutique feeling absolutely special.

So I'm going to say this one more time.
Today was the sax.
Tomorrow is going to be even better!