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

Rei Kawakubo of Commes des Garçons. Autumn/Winter 2009/10. Paris

secondly, in case you are not in the mood for some more Barbie stuff, here it comes. 

Spotted: Barbie keeps celebrating her 50th bday in West Village.

the fluffy stuff in the lower right corner is Barbie’s new amazing outfit. it’s almost Kawakubo.

i can't quite tell whether Barbie's taste gets better and better every year, or stays the awesome same

Another piece from Fall/Winter 2009 by Kawakubo

 more of this Japanese designer’s stuff on NY Mag.

P.S. if i ever have a female child, and if she is allowed to play with stickdolls, I will give them to her naked. no corrupting child’s taste with ugliness.

Excuse me, but what is this then?

pregnant teenager Barbie

I also feel obliged to explain to you how Barbie has children.

Sometimes she uses an adhesive belly with a ready-made baby (comes fully clothed)

At other times the baby is naked and serves as a replacement for all of her intestents

In the meanwhile, The Economist writes away about Barbie - there is a reason why I like this magazine. And yes, I do hope Mattel makes a Barbie banker.

*Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures
*Pick the 4th picture in that folder
*Explain the picture
*List 5 of your addictions
*Tag 4 people to do the same. 

So I went to the fourth folder and picked the fourth picture. It’s a sleeping Sikh man at Boryspil Airport in Ukraine. Unless you have been to Ukraine, you cannot fathom what a weird sight this is.

Sikh man sleeping through the horrors of Boryspil airport in Kiev, Ukraine

Five obsessions: forth comes the bitter truth – I am not a woman of fine tastes. 

1. Idiotic things that people do/say

 I am a hater of stupid people, and yet I love the display of human stupidity, including my own.  I am an active reader of the Darwin Awards and I love Paris Hilton. Maybe she will make an appearance there one day.  

2. Madness, mischief, misconduct.

Shortly, all sorts of demented behavior are attractive to me.  I also love display of madness in art, lit, music or wherever else. I gloat over things like Lolita, Doors of Perception, Der Tod in Venedig, etc etc. 

I mean, what could be more brilliant than rolling models in a speacially designed blue paint and then smearing them over large pieces of canvas? I love you, Yves Klein.

3. Barbie, Barbie looking women

Unfortunately, the only real Barbie I have ever owned was a Mattel one, given to me by my friends when I lived in Germany 2 years ago. My friends are no different from me. See point one and two for clarifications. 

Furthermore, a dedicated feminist, I have spent hours with my guy friends checking out unbelievable Barbie-looking Slavic women who you can get online and have them shipped to your doorstep within days. If you are about to accuse me of being a chauvinistic male, take that back right now!  First of all, I read Esther Boserup, have you? Secondly, see point one and two. 

P.S. it’s Mattel’s 50 year bday on March 6th. And no, I am not checking out Barbies online all day long. I just read the Economist. 

4. Kerala food: I think that is the real reason why I am so diligintly working on moving to India. This post is a vivid example of this diligence. 

That’s fish moilee. If you want a receip, give me a shout. 

5. My blackberry.

This blog is a living proof of it. 

I tag…

uhm… i have no friends. i need to dwell on this one.