Denim Desires

Denims are the absolute fundamentals of a wardrobe. The most cherished of fabrics and most versatile of them too, denim is the ultimate go-to for a styling solution. We have many high street brand dealing with denims which include Stoneage and Levi's among others. However, plain denim jackets, shorts,vests, and jeans may seem bit faded now (even if they're darkest of indigo) because Arsalan Iqbal's capsule collection 'Desirably Distressed' is out!

Arsalan Iqbal is known for his Menwear especially sherwanis and wedding wear. However, this collection, which is denim based has something for both the sexes. It has personalised jackets, jeans, shorts and acessories that can satiate even the strongest of indigo-tinged cravings

The collection was featured in the Paperazzi Magazine on 22nd March 2015.

Well, the photo shoot wasn't less of a price of art than the collection itself. It feature models Mohammad Wajahat Nazeer and Fayezah Ansari sporting some really experimental and innovative pieces. 

Well, coming to the point of whether this collection would trend or not, the answer is definitely a YES! After the recent success of Nine Lines and the response to Coco by Zara ShahJehan, it's clear that the young (or those young at heart) are ready to experiment with their looks. The versatility and wearabilty of denim would also be a major factor under consideration.

Silhouettes have definitely gone up both for men and women, and shorts are the rage this summer.

(However, please ensure that your legs are a bit less hairy otherwise it would definitely cease to be a fashion statement.)

 I can't get this corset-like top. I hope they launch their tee-shirt line real soon because this is definitely not wearable in Pakistan. The lowers are absolutely drool-worthy if you're into quirky dressing.

Other items from scintillating and striking photo shoot are below.

Well the conspicuous background is courtesy Karachi based Graffiti artist, Sanki, who is quite well-known to those who have an eye for art. I first came across him in an article in Dawn that read 'Don't Call me Banksy' and as soon as I set eyes on the shoot I knew who the maestro was behind it and my guess was soon confirmed. He also customised the jackets apart from turning the roof top primatic under the theme of 'Subwey Tunnel Giraffti'.

The bags were from 'Baji Kay Bastay’. This a charming initiative by an entrepreneur called Amra Khan, who sells the ethnic hand bags, purses and wallets. Amra has been stocking from quite some while at Arsalan's store in Lahore and it wasn't much of a surprise that they both paired for creating the master pieces. 

Read more about this collection from Sultan Abdul Haseeb Here.

Photographer: Fayyaz Ahmed

Hair & Makeup: Nighat Misbah @ Depilex - Beauty Clinic & Institute

Musings: Running Away

During my school days, when I got to know the concept about fight and flight, I could easily place myself in the later.

I was always a runner when it came to relationships. When things started getting serious I began doubting my commitments. The word 'permanent' was never for me and maybe won't ever be. Those perfect relationships scare me. I can't handle the intensity. I opt for running away. I'm of the types who wouldn't want anyone to build his/her around them; the typical down-to-earth, practical, career-first kind of girl. What if they couldn't fit in my plans? Maybe I'll go abroad, travel the world or never leave my home town. How can I expect them to adjust for me? How would I detach myself from them then?

Thus I start those small fights, those skirmishes, to get him over the edge. Maybe he'll pick up the signs and leave. He'll back off. I can't push anyone away. No. That's not me. I distance people. I stay away. Black them out. It makes them blameless. The blames on me. It's always on me. I'm not the best of the communicators when it come to relationships. And it's much more painful than a real fight. The guilt, it remains, lingering there, for a long, long time. I can't shake it off. It's like the thorn. It's constantly pricking and it won't come out. There's no way out. 

Do I regret running away? Yes.
Because the pain just keeps accumulating. I miss him but I know what I did was for the better. That's the only solace but it's never enough. We were once inseparable and now it's like we never knew each other. That head on my shoulder during the crisis at his home. How can I ever be able to forget that? Those tears were just for me to see. Only I was the one who was allowed to penetrate the shield. Would I ever be able to forget that? 

I was always a runner when it came to relationships. That's why I turned to material things for comfort and peace of mind. They never questioned me. They never expected anything from me. Those Sachi and Khaadi and Micheal Kor aren't anything yet they are everything. They are my substitute to all the humans I have distanced myself from. 

Would it always remain like this? I don't know. Maybe I'll learn from my mistakes. But haven't I already learnt to live alone? Is it possible to unlearn?