It’s been a loooong winter in Syracuse! From November till May it was either raining or snowing and it was impossible to find people without giant coats on. That made me very sad!

Also, my fabulous internship kept me on the road for most of last semester, hence the posts have been far and few!

But… I am now in Charleston, South Carolina, covering the very exciting Spoleto festival, which begins Thursday. It’s warm and sunny and everywhere I look, there are girls in fabulous summer clothes…

So of course I would choose to revive the blog with Lily Betjeman!

Lily’s the queen of chic summer style and here she’s rocking the classic airy white shirt with a vibrant ankle-length skirt. A shirt like that is a summer staple and I’ve seen Lily pair it with shorts and blue jeans at other times and it looks just as cool! Also, don’t forget the hat ladies, because the sun ain’t gonna have any mercy anytime soon!

Lily’s wearing:
White shirt and hat:  Urban Outfitters
Skirt: Forever 21 


After the Vogue interview, I applied to several other places and didn’t even get any call backs. Until February (Vogue happened in November). I got a response to my application to Good Housekeeping fashion closet and Vogue (again!), but for a different editor. I set up the interviews for the next week and decided to travel to the city again. While there, the Vogue interview ended up not happening and although I did my best at the interview at Good Housekeeping, I think they must have chosen someone else.

But, in the evening, I saw a listing for fashion internship at W magazine had just been put up on Ed2010. Although it said previous fashion internship experience preferred, I decided to apply because by now I was pretty desperate and had nothing to lose. The fashion assistants wrote back to me almost immediately and agreed to meet me the very next day. This was Friday and on Monday they asked me come in for a trial day. 😀 To say I was excited would be the understatement of the century!

On my first day, I was dazzled by the clothes and shoes in the closet! Oscar de la Renta, Christian Dior, Gucci, Fendi, Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik – you name it, they had it! Rows upon rows of shoes, racks upon racks of clothes! “So this is what my heaven would look like,” I thought! Little did I know, in a few short weeks I’d be thinking – Oh God, this is what hell must be like! (I’m not kidding!)

Also on the first day, I realized that finding it might have been the easy part of the process. The real trauma began only now! I would take an overnight bus to the city, have two cups of Starbucks coffee to make sure I managed to stay up, go to work at 9 a.m. and be there till 8 p.m. on an average. There were also days when we would come in at 7.30 and stay till past 9 with only a half an hour break in between. The work went on continuous and our bosses worked harder and longer than we did. Packing, unpacking, preparing for shoots, helping with storyboarding, run to and fro the offices of designers and PR companies with garment bags…! We did it all and more!

And there was no room for error. Because every mistake that you made cost money to the company. So you have to be extra attentive at everything that you did!

Well somehow, three months passed and my last day came! It was one of those super slow days that suddenly turned busy in the evening and I couldn’t even say a proper goodbye to my bosses as I had to catch my bus back to Syracuse.

Looking back, I can safely say that this internship taught me more than any course could have. A thorough knowledge of the most high-end designers’ collections, a first-hand look at how one of the top fashion magazines of the world functions, and the amount of hard work and attention to detail that goes into putting together an issue. I was blessed to have wonderful bosses who appreciated our efforts and even on the busiest days, didn’t forget to thank us for all that we did.

Now, hopefully I’ll move on the bigger and better things! 🙂

Stay tuned!

The day I decided to become a fashion journalist I almost simultaneously also decided I wanted to work at Vogue. A whole lot of stuff followed – I enrolled in an arts journalism program at one of the best J-schools in the world (the Newhouse school), moved to the U.S., spent the next six months following, living, breathing and dreaming fashion magazines and doing all that I could to go to fashion week. All in the effort to land that much-sought-after internship at a fashion magazine! I wasn’t even thinking of Vogue at that point because it was highly unlikely they would hire someone who had no experience whatsoever in fashion journalism. This is why when I received an email from an intern at Vogue saying that I had been selected for an interview, I left a class midway and ran to tell my professor/mentor.

I did all that one is supposed to do to prepare for the interview – spent hours reading up on the interviewers, deciding on the perfect outfit and shoes, counting away hours dreaming about the interview and everything else. This was my first ever interview at a fashion magazine. Of course god would decide to play with me and make it happen at Vogue. I was a nervous wreck!

On the day of the interview, I reached Times Square about half an hour before the scheduled time and walked around in my new, fabulous and very painful shoes. When I walked into the Conde Nast Building, 4 Times Square, I couldn’t help but grin like a fool.


Getting off the elevator on the Vogue floor, my heart was jumping with joy. The cute, off-white couch with lovely, pastel cushions, runway photos on the walls and the wall adorned with the word VOGUE behind the glass door – it was like I was in a dream!

The interview lasted approximately eight minutes and I knew almost immediately that I didn’t do well. In retrospect, I think what they wanted to know was whether I’d be willing and able to do the tasks that entailed being an intern at a fashion magazine. And although I’d have done anything and everything they would have asked me to do (I swear I was even open to mopping floors just to have Vogue on my resume), in my nervous excitement, I didn’t do a very good job of conveying this to them. I mentally kicked myself for the next two weeks and cribbed about it to all my friends. At the end, I don’t blame them for not hiring me!

In Part-II, I’ll write about the internship that I did get! Coming up tomorrow…

The first thing that struck me when I entered Baburchi, located in Greenwich village in New York City, was the décor. Unlike other Indian restaurants in the U.S. that emphasize their Indian-ness by hanging saris on the walls and putting up paintings of elephants and peacocks all around, Baburchi has chosen the Indian village theme and sticks to it. The lantern-like lampshades, heavy, metal glasses and cushion covers with mirror-work – all reminded me of restaurants back home.

The meal started with papads (roasted, thin wafers made with ground lentils and spices) and relishes – another point for authenticity as most restaurants in India serve these before the meal. This further raised my expectations from the food. Unfortunately, it failed to meet them.

For appetizers, I ordered papri (a popular, north Indian dish of chickpeas, potatoes and yogurt). The taste was average and not half as tangy as it is supposed to be. The yogurt was a little sour and spoilt the flavor.

For main course, I chose aaloo chana paneer (a variation of the chana masala with cottage cheese). The dish originates in Punjab and is supposed to be quite spicy. The chef, for some odd reason, decided to add a hint of sweet to it which didn’t go well at all. They did the same to the biryani (a rice-based entrée made with vegetables or meat), which is supposed to be so spicy that in India it is always served with yogurt to balance the flavor.

Adding sugar or honey to entrées is common in Gujarat in western India. But the only sweet in north Indian food is in dessert.

The aaloo parantha (whole-wheat bread stuffed with potatoes) was above average and went well with the chana. I would have preferred a little more flavor and spices in the filling.

In all, I was less than impressed with the food at Baburchi. The experience would have been much better if the restaurant added the same authenticity to its food as it has to its ambience.

It’s snowing like crazy in Upstate New York and all we can think about is to avoid freezing to death! In this weather Marteal Boniello here shows us how to keep warm in style and also keep the outfit fun with color and animal print!

Sweater and hat: J. Crew
Boots: Timberland
Bag and scarf: Urban Outfitters

No One Killed Jessica: Movie Review

How is it possible that a man shoots a bartender at a party with 300 guests and no one sees it happen? That’s the question India – it’s people, the police force and the judiciary – was forced to ask when the court acquitted all accused in the Jessica Lall murder case due to lack of evidence and witnesses.

Based on the murder trial, which turned into one of India’s most high profile ones, Rajkumar Gupta’s “No One Killed Jessica” asks this question again and follows Jessica’s sister Sabrina’s (Vidya Balan) quest for justice. Unfortunately, the movie does so in such an over-dramatized way with clichéd dialogues and stereotypical characters that the viewer is forced to laugh instead of feeling any real emotion.

In April 1999, Manu Sharma, the son of an Indian politician, shot Jessica at point blank range at a party in New Delhi when she refused to give him a drink as the bar had closed. When the trial began, everyone, including Jessica’s family and the Indian media, thought it was an open and shut case. But Sharma’s family bought off all the witnesses and government officials in the case and seven years later, in 2006, the court acquitted all accused.

The ruling caused an outcry in the Indian media and public and after months of protests and campaigns, the case was reopened and Sharma was awarded life sentence.

Rani Mukherjee gives a strong performance as star reporter Meera Gaiti and brings the scenes to life with her strong screen presence. Balan tries too hard to play the introverted and subdued Sabrina and forgets to add any personality to the character. The biggest blow to the film is the weak supporting cast who unfortunately had important roles to play. Myra Karn (Jessica), Neil Bhoopalam (prime witness Vikram Jaisingh) and others are awkward actors and the pathetic dialogue delivery takes away from what could have been the most moving scenes in the film.

My only advice (and prayer) for Gupta for the future would be: keep it real, please!



Here’s something every girl needs – the perfect pair of booties!

I bought this pair just ahead of a very important interview at a fashion magazine. I paired them with a business suit and they added the right amount of style and an interesting twist to an otherwise conservative, formal outfit.

While they looked great with my formal pants, these shoes also look awesome with rolled up jeans or tights.

There is no platform in the front so the pair does give a high arch to the feet, thereby making them a little uncomfortable to walk in for long periods of time. But hey, if a pair of shoes is beautiful and stylish, who minds a little bit of discomfort? 😉

Brand: Aldo Shoes
Price: $90
Color: Cognac (also available in Black)
Heel height: 4 inches