
Maybe someday I’ll have breakfast with you every morning. :o)
Published on March 7, 2010

Maybe someday I’ll have breakfast with you every morning. :o)
Published on March 7, 2010

Polka dotted rubber boots, Bought in desperation because of the snow, DSW; Jazz flats, Payless;
Black leather sandals, Nordstrom; Black heels, Michael Kors; Suede grey boots, Steve Madden
I’m convinced that my shoes are having wild orgies while I’m sound asleep. That’s the only possible explanation to why after five weeks of travelling, I now have five new pairs of shoes from the three I brought.
Wild orgies, I tell ya. Wild orgies.
P.S.: I have a feeling they will have more in the coming weeks.
Published on March 7, 2010

More than Barbies, I remember being most fond of Polly Pockets when I was a child. For some reason, the fact that an entire world could exist in the palm of my hand – little people, little horses, and the tiniest dogs and cats – and best of all, they fit into my pocket [Well, not really, maybe my Dad's pocket]!
I was going through my usual fashion blog links when I chanced upon Fashion is Poison’s post on Polly Pocket, and I thought it might be something you’d like to reminisce about. I had four different Polly Pockets, if I remember it correctly – the first was a restaurant scene, and then there was a pencil case I used to take to school and be amused by it for hours. I think when I was six, I’d take it to school when we have exams, so when I’m done with my paper, I’d be playing with it [much to the envy of my classmates, I'd like to imagine] until time came to collect our scripts. It’s a pity I didn’t keep it.
Here’s the two I’ve kept:

What were [or are!] your favourite toys as a kid?
Published on March 5, 2010

No other city in the world exudes as much sex appeal as New York City. Granted, Shanghai has cheap whorish sex oozing out of its pores and Amsterdam has its fair share of too-high-to-realise-what-I’m-getting-myself-into escapades, but when you have a city where thousands [no, I'm not exaggerating] of beautiful people walk the streets, it comes as no surprise when a series called Sex & The City has New York City as the backdrop and highlight of the show itself.
As you already know from my recent posts, I took on New York with much gusto, as I always have, and this time, I’ve had the delight of battling the brutal New York winter. I’ve also had the much-needed reality check of staying in a completely ghetto part of town in Bed-Stuy [Jay Z made a mention of the area in Empire State of Mind - which line was it? :o)] and this time, instead of going apeshit on all things touristy, I managed to meet quite a few people, fix up some interviews, amongst others.
Thanks to the good people at Screen Tours, I also had the delight of going on the Sex & The City tour – which is the very point of my post.
For a mere $44 a pop, you get to hop on a bus with a chirpy tour guide [mine was this pretty redhead called Staci who honestly looks like she belonged on the actual Sex & The City set instead of a tour bus] and you’re taken to the very spots where Carrie and the girls took on Manhattan.
From the sex store where Charlotte bought her rabbit, to the perfume counter where Carrie declared to the girls that she was taking on a lover and even to the restaurant when Samantha threw her drink in someone’s face and went, “Dirty martini, dirty bastard.” Retrace the footsteps of your favourite New Yorkers and fall in love with them over and over again through short snippets of the series and the first movie played in the bus, as well as anecdotes and facts you never knew about Sex & The City.

The best part about this tour, on top of getting to know the most incredible city in the world through your favourite TV series, is that you will be introduced to the best shopping spots in the city within mere hours – which helps a lot when you’re unfamiliar with Manhattan, and if you’re just in town for a mere couple of days. From West Village to Bleeker, and then to the Meatpacking District, it’s the perfect all-in-one tour of New York City which ends with a Cosmo in Scout, Aidan and Steve’s bar near the SoHo shopping district.

After savouring a complimentary cupcake and taking in more of New York City, the tour bus brings you right in front of Bryant Park – and coincidentally, I took the tour on the last day of New York Fashion week. I switched to my heels, hopped off the bus and breathed in [the fumes of] New York City. Fashion week after parties beckon, and I ain’t wasting no time.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m taking on a lovah, and her name is New York freakin’ City.
* The Sex & The City tour goes on daily at 11am and 3pm, and it is approximately 3.5 hours long. Buy your tickets online here.
* Screen Tours has also recently added a Gossip Girl tour and you get to see the lavish Fith Avenue building Blair Waldorf calls home, check out the hotel that is the home of the Bass & Van der Woodsen families and even sample a treat from Dan Humphrey’s favourite bakery.
Published on March 5, 2010
I have an affinity towards a lot of animal printed-anything; I’m not quite sure why, maybe because it’s whimsical, childlike and playful all at the same time when you’re wearing a cocktail dress with owl prints on it. Or a circle skirt with a felt whale applique. Or in this case – heels with birds on them.
And while I’m not exactly most fond of the shape, I am in love with Miu Miu’s swallow-printed heels and boots! Aren’t they too cute to be true?


Of course, I haven’t got a lot of cash to drop ‘em like it’s hot on these babies, so I am on the hunt for quality animal-print fabric for a DIY. Holler if you see any! ;o)
Published on March 2, 2010

What’s on your Love List this week? :o)
Published on February 28, 2010

… I’m pretty much done with the cold. Bring on the sunshine and flip flops, USA.
Published on February 26, 2010

# Whole Foods Market = Best thing that happened to America.
# I like being able to bring my piping hot Venti skinny hot chocolate onto the train back home when it’s freezing. Even if I lose a couple of toes to the cold, at least I have some hot chocolate to ease the pain.
# NYC Subway system is disgusting and unreliable but also probably the most efficient way to get around in snow.
# Strand Bookstore is literature Disneyland. I died over and over again and asked myself why the hell I was in Barnes & Nobles all this time when I could’ve been here?!
# There’s almost no such thing as being different in New York. Difference is celebrated and embraced, not leered at and judged; which makes this the most incredible city in the world through and through.
# I am not too tall, too big, too Indian, not Indian enough, not Asian enough… my idiosyncrasies blend in with everyone else’s idiosyncratic ways, and I love that.
# Assigned seating system we have in place in movie theatres back home? Thank God for that.
# It is actually humanly possible to curb my shopping indulgences. Who would have thought.
# If snow was like talcum powder, it’ll make the world a much better place. Unfortunately, it is not. Yes, it is pretty, but when it’s a royal bitch when it comes down hard, and after, when it melts and turns into slush, it’s neither a pretty sight, nor is it less of a bitch to walk through. I’m ready for sunshine and flip flops pronto.
# SO MANY HOT MEN IN NYC.
# I could live here, and I could not live here. Question is, what do I do?
Published on February 26, 2010

Congratulations, Swetha, you won! Email me with your mailing address and a boxful of treats will be sent your way!
Thank you all for your submissions! I couldn’t choose a winner from all your comments, so I sought the help of Random.Org. It was only fair. While I’m broke for words and can’t give you all a little something, if you email me your mailing address, I’ll send you a postcard from NYC fo’ shizzle!
Published on February 22, 2010



I wasn’t big about going up the Empire State the last time I was here because I heard about the painful queues, but after my night on the Lower East Side, I decided to crawl out of bed on Sunday and do something touristy. It was definitely worth the twenty dollars I forked out to go up – and best thing about going in winter = no 2-hour long queues. Just make sure you don’t wear a skirt like I did – gets pretty windy up there. D’oh.