They say that a house is the manifestation of its owner. Donna’s apartment is quite a character like her. The walls have a flock of photo frames, souvenirs from all the places she has voyaged and titbits from the all the flea markets she has… Read More
In the Lincoln county of Newport, past the West Bull ranches of Ivytown had little Manolo’s dream brewing in a white country house surrounded by alpine trees. Manolo lived with his single mother, Gennine and their dog, Memphis. Gennine had a small novelty store and… Read More
Little Rudolph arrived tippy toed during the last days of snowy winter. The moist tree saps were turning crackly crisp again in the soft winter sun. The dull foliage and leaves around were showing hints of green and vermillion. Nature was singing and Rudolph in… Read More
Year 1938, Paris Fashion Week has just commenced and journalists around the world have sprung into action. Telephones are ringing haphazardly and the creek-creek, screeching noise of the fax machine has filled up the offices of newspapers, news books and magazines. Office boys are pulling… Read More
“Dubai, my friend is a city of grandeur. One just cannot be there and escape the indulgences.” – said a visitor back from his honeymoon in this city. I have a plethora of descriptions for this city although. Dubai just doesn’t end here. The more… Read More
“They serve black pudding for breakfast. And no, it does not snow all year long!” This Nordic land with Scandinavian heritage and a Germanic accent was inhabited by the first Viking explorers. And rightly so because who would think of setting up their camps at… Read More
“The season is going to peak in a month. There are going to be a lot of bookings” “Does that mean that the shift will extend?” said a worried Chantel. Chantel was only three months into the front desk. The pressure has already started to… Read More
“Out west everything has its own space. Every little ramshackle cabin, shack, hut sits perched atop its own little piece of destiny with room to breathe, room to live, room to die. You’ll see them, the dead ones, sitting by the side of the road… Read More
Somewhere in the East Sussex countryside of South East England, there is a fern unrolling a young frond. This magical leaf made of smaller leaflets will multiply and create its own green territory. It may be of less beauty to the by passers, an outgrowth… Read More
Reading a fashion magazine one day, lying side by side on our paunches, Donna and I were turning pages over pages of what-to-wear and what-not-to-wear. It has been a while after we finished our fashion school and ever since, we have been ritualistically reading fashion… Read More
Muscari Lane 