When I started working at Stylista six months ago, I have to admit I was a little nervous. For a writer, working at an E-commerce company was a little out of my comfort zone. But a week into my then new job, I knew that Stylista was different, and I liked what I saw.
From interviewing the country’s biggest designers, to assisting on photoshoots and honing not only my writing skills, but photography and social media under the mentorship of an industry stalwart like Anjana Sharma, Stylista has provided me with more opportunities than I could have imagined possible.
However, my favourite experience thus far has been my visit to India Resort Fashion Week to see Nishka Lulla’s collection for Stylista come to life. I was particularly excited because not only is she one of my all-time favourites and one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, but because since I joined here, I’ve named every single piece in her collection (The ‘Have A Grape Day’ dress is my brainchild!)
When I arrived at the venue with my backstage pass and camera in tow, I was a little overwhelmed by the pandemonium. Everywhere I looked, models were having their hair and makeup done, people were whizzing by faster than physics would allow and rack after rack of garments were being sifted through, making sure the right blouse went with the right skirt. At the center of it all was the designer herself. Cool, calm and collected through the entire evening, Nishka went about overseeing all the minute last minute details and adjusting the models clothes as she chatted away with them and even took time out to pose for a few pictures for me. I don’t know how she does it!
The look for the show, I learned soon enough, was a low, messy ponytail with neutral makeup that offset the pastels in the collection perfectly. The bags and shoes were practical and fuss-free to keep in tow with the collection’s boho-traveler vibe.
I got so involved in taking in all the sights and sounds around me, that before I knew it, all the models were dressed and lining up to strut their stuff on the runway. They genuinely seemed to have a great time in the clothes as they danced to the music, pouted for selfies and cheered for the male models in the menswear show before them!
One by one they glided down the catwalk as I struggled to not get supremely emotional as I watched the show backstage. In that moment, six months of work came together and culminated into this almost unexplainable feeling of glory (for lack of a better word). And even though the collection wasn’t mine, I couldn’t help but feel like in that very moment, in a small way, it was.
My only regret was that it ended far too quickly. The celebratory drinks afterwards more than made up for it though!