Concept, Styling, Editing, Modelling: Monalisha Mahapatra
I was clearing my harddisk and I found this lookbook I did back in time, we went for a location sourcing for a project in old Delhi early morning, it was merely 6:30 AM and peeked into some beautiful walls and small lanes near a place called “The parante wali gali”, though the lanes were not that pleasingly appealing due to the scattered litter all around the lanes and the open drains pushed me back a little to explore the place but we did not stop ourselves from doing so, I hope our Indian government seriously start working for these heritage places in Delhi. Well, chandni chowk was not at all a new place for me to visit as I keep on coming here back and forth and I can still spot some new culture, few favorite eating spots every time! Oh and how much I love kinari bazar! This place always fills me with utter joy, I have been coming here since designing days, well yes I am a design student and launching my shoe label called the Bong Diary soon. I was madly in love with this place since the very beginning of sourcing days for designing, I can barely think of any store where I didn’t take my feet’s to.
While we were shooting and taking our spots for a pretty picture everyone looked at us giving a witty glimpse saying ‘’bhaiya aur koi jagha nai mili apko’’ (didn’t you guys find a better place to take a picture than this), we smiled back at them and went away after shooting. That’s the thing about India I don’t like we don’t cherish what we have, rather we keep on barging about community, cast, racism and power. Let’s just stop hating what we have and cribbing for what others have in their basket, let’s just try to give love and support to each one of us and let’s make our own self a little better!
My main motto to do tartan in old Delhi was to showcase INDIA MODERN as a fashion freak. So this picture where I am standing in between these beautiful blue lanes? the landlord came out with her daughter and said ‘sonu’ look a firang (Foreigner) is shooting, I giggled at the lady and said no I am an Indian, not a firang, she smiled and went back inside. So this was a bittersweet incident happened with me way back which I wanted to pen down. I hope you guys enjoyed my experience, I am not really good with expressing my emotions but this time, I tried a little too hard to do so.