Journal

My studio opens at 10 am sharp. The first people to always reach are my tailors in their white kurta pyjamas, ready to take on their day’s task. The last people to reach are my designers, ready with a perfect excuse...

Every Sunday lunch was eaten at my nani’s house and dinner was spent with my dada and dadi. The people and the menus were always decided and honestly, there was no room for change because it was our private family gossip...

When I look back at these pictures from my parents’ wedding, I realise that wedding celebrations had a different meaning 35 years ago. The idea of a celebration was simpler and more intimate.  Everything was planned by the family, close...