I recently witnessed the miracle of a cat giving birth in my drawer (long story) and somehow this is an even bigger mess.
Neha Dhupia, like all of us, does have her moments of clarity where she looks elegant and well styled. Neha, however, like the rest of us, also has moments of utter misjudgement. Like the time Anuya had seven shots of tequila and danced to Kajra Re in a very short skirt. At her cousin’s wedding. In Satara. But we don’t talk about that.
The jumpsuit, I believe, was originally designed by a sadist as an instrument of torture. S/he loved watching people squirm in their seats holding their pee in. Then s/he tripped people as they sprinted to the loo while trying to first locate and then undo the zipper and then peel the entire garment which, by the time, was too piddle too late. And just like the other instruments of torture – the corset and stiletto – the jumpsuit too was adopted as fashion.
But I digress. Neha wore this sequined nightmare to a jewellery awards jury meet. Like there was not enough bling already. The cut is obviously not flattering and why does she have chicken wing sleeves? Sequined chicken wing. I can’t take my eyes off her hips, it’s that fixating. WHAT IS GOING ON THERE?
With that a long overdue Neha Dhupia post comes to an end. I wish I had nicer things to say. Ha.
Hold on, there’s more. At the same shindig…
Yami Gautam wore a gown in a pretty pink. The entire look of it, though, feels like something you’d wear to Hetal ben’s sangeet just to be ‘mod’.
Mahima Chaudhry is suffering from Vidyabalansari-itis.