picking cichorium

I know that the color of the sunsets speaks volumes about pollution, but don’t know exactly what it is saying. I googled around, and, surprisingly, it looks like Hyderabad’s air is clean.

“In an exceptionally clear, unpolluted atmosphere, the colours of sunset are especially vivid. The Sun is bright yellow and the adjacent sky is shades of orange and yellow. As the Sun disappears below the horizon, the colours change gradually from orange to blue. Low-lying clouds continue to reflect the light of the Sun, even after it has vanished. Higher, thin cloud shows a tint of mauve, as the blue of the sky mingles with the red …” George Dissanaike writes in the New Scientist

 You can verify the pre-sunset colors observed in Hyderabad here. The pictures from this post are of the sky without the sun.

Twiggy by Richard Avedon

Surely I have two midterm exams tomorrow, and my arse will be viciously kicked by Indian MBAs, who, mind you, are no regular MBA students. Many of them are restlessly studying human calculators on steroids. From what I hear, some of them mumble stuff about fixed costs and increasing returns to scale in their sleep. You are right, that is an entirely different story; my point is, this post could not wait.

When Twiggy’s boniness meets Richard Avedon’s hunger for movement, one must postpone her life and take a look. Then one must go further,  gobbling up such photographer’s work. Sure, you can also google “Avedon” and come across all of these photos, but I really really wanted them on my page.

I was alerted to this spasmatic googling by Through the Eyes of Richard Avedon by NYT Style. Thank you!

warped nerves and blisters
seasonal twisters
shoots and pale blooms
is what consumes
the sparks behind the lowered lashes.
your sight dashes,
runs over my face.
some grace
allows for a masking smile.
examine my face for a while,
ignore the alarm.
no harm
may be be done
to the naive.

if to wake up early

it has not rained for a month in Hyderabad

cyber city builds away despite the crisis

Poison rocks

dance floor at Poison

6 am photo hunts around a dried up lake ended with a late night in the city. Poison with its with giant bouncers and glass floors is something else. Where some of the drinks were really sucky, trance and food rocked. I am definitely a believer.

A piece by Charu Parashar from the Indian Fashion Week 2008 (pic from Rediff News)

Juicy colors of the Land of the Pretty encouraged me to look up Indian fashion designers. I remember reading in the Economist long time ago that Indian fashion industry mostly sticks to the local market and does not yet make a furror internationally. Truly, I have found close to nothing on Indian fashion in the Western Media, but found lots of badly compiled reports in the Indian online editions. Dude, if there is one Indian industry that could be taken to a new level with ease, it’s fashion, especially its online representation. I see mountains of work for webdesigners and SEO specialists, but is there demand?

There is though one Western lady who is really into “Indian” fashion. She freaked me out in the mall the other day. Gee, and I thought I left her in New York. 

Barbie in Hyderabad Central