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The Whole Nine Yards - 3

Six Yards of Simmering Svelte



I am planning my outfit for a friend’s twins' meet-and-greet luncheon and a soft silk with an exquisite multicoloured Bandhini looks perfect. It promises to be a sweltering Indian summer’s day and though classic Chandheris or comforting MulMuls are tempting, my darling mother’s exclusive collection has entrapped my heart. I find it hard to find such designs easily today, and have decided to gradually usurp her entire wardrobe, starting with this one.  

If the Indian loom is renowned for anything, it is for the plethora of Saris gifted to world fashion. There isn't a fabric invented yet that the garment has not embraced and there isn’t a nook on the globe that the Sari has not trot upon. It naturally follows that many design houses have sported a Sari line. Very few are yet to dabble with the six yards in any form – the trepidation, if that, is understandable because the Sari does evoke such reverence as to demand a very sound creative faculty to justify experimentation.

But if you still envision the dapper drape as a thing to be watched on a ramp, put your hands up party people, the summer seethe is upon the northern hemisphere and the Sari just turned the heat up some more!  

Look at what our show stoppers have been up to this autumn-winter-spring with Vogue Sari kicking off the Amazon India Fashion Week and the Sari’s has-been fabulousness showcased at the Lakmé Fashion Week as well. As for what holds designers in awe of the Sari, why it is always on-trend and how it inspires edgy catwalks irrespective of time and place, just scout the internet and you’ll know. This designer is just one of many to check out.  

Carrying on the timeless sentiment through summer, enjoy, beautiful people, and feel free to add your own ideas and memories in the comments section below.

In the meanwhile, enjoy these links: 

Vogue Sari Show kicks off India Fashion Week 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-JhACZS74A


Sari 24/7 at the Amazon India Fashion Week Autumn Winter 2017
 India Fa



‘I was a Sari’ by Stefano Funari at the Lakmé Fashion Week 2017 and the tales they wove beyond the drape
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT9IPOUL358

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For some mythical legacy, read the next one: Draped by the River .
Previously in the series:
The Whole Nine Yards and Once Upon a Pallu.
There's gonna be more on this, so do come back :)


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