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Style Files

Maheen Khan Fashion designer, Mayasir

Dear Maheen,
We are a family of four sisters and a brother. We are all studying, and are between 16 and 25 years old. I am the eldest in the family. This Eid we need to find new inspirations to tailor our styles. We consider ourselves to be true fashionistas of Dhaka. Please help.

What to wear?
Sensational looks.
A few run way styles for this season.
1. A classic style, romantic vintage. Empire waist line. This can look very sexy. Deep and wide back neckline. This style can be worn almost at any sleeve lengths. It is a style where it is cinched just below the chest area. A-line or flared, the hem line is extended making the garment appear soft and flowing. A churidar or fitted cigarette trousers look best with it.

Capri with kurti
This is the hottest style this season. Trousers cut off just below your knee. Ruched or stream lined capris are great ways to show off your legs. Pairing it with a kurti makes it a perfect fusion wear. Generally Kurtis are full sleeved kurta blouses but you can take it to the next level by giving it new wings, ie. changing sleeves or neckline.

Short fitted kameez with short narrow salwars.
Patiala, or harem pants are also good.. Light dopattas.
The kameez may have front open or deep indenting necklines. Looks best in fitted styles.

All time wonder.
This style shall probably remain in fashion through the seasons. It is the long straight kameez paired with a salwar or straight trousers that are just right, not too loose or too fitted. Short, three quarter or full length sleeves. In a kaftan or a kurta neckline with or without fastening, looks best.

A young liberating style.
This is good for all ages and body types. Short shirt blouses with tiered or mermaid skirts. The length of the blouse and skirt can vary from mid to long lengths. It all depends on how far you want to go with the styling show it all or just peek a boo ankle.

The style conscious young man.
White kurtas with salwars or aligori trousers carry the most significant style that shows class and sophistication. It is reflective of high gentry. I suppose you can also try out coloured kurtas short or long and pair it with boot cut denim or oversized draw string pants with interesting textures or styles.

I really believe this year contrasting opposing vibrant colours are calling all the attention. Like all Eids colour shall remain bright and festive. It has always been this way. Black was for long a no colour but in recent years the sting associated with it is not so apparent.

White on the other hand is this seasons' much ado colour. Designers around the globe are hailing this pure glow, illuminating, clean sense of clarity. Every one wants to look like a Greek goddess. Well I must say, completely white tonal looks might be a bit of a bore it will need to get some colour in the form of accessories. The colours to watch for are terracota, tan, olive, jade, and cool aquamarines.

Sketches by Maheen Khan

By The Way

Make-up moves

Get the even look with tinted moisturiser. Define your eyes by contouring it with a kohl pencil and add a little oomph around the eyes with a palette of pink to keeping the look natural and young. Spice up your lips by using a soft-toned sheer lipstick. It delivers a great pop to your face. You have already turned back the clock with this beauty regimen and must be feeling like a newborn with your soft and supple skin. Now you are all set to steal the spotlight.

Under A Different Sky

By Iffat Nawaz

Infatuation: From his dreamy Bengali eyes

She lost weight, more than she needed to. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she would look if she ate just a few extra plates of rice a week, how her skin would glow, how her hair would give an extra shine perhaps. Like the faces of Durga or Laxmi, her body with some extra curves still would look like an idol, she would be perfect. Perfect for me. Her body wrapped in sari, her hands working fast in the kitchen, our kitchen it will be, I will sit and watch her do the daily chores, cooking, cleaning, hanging washed clothes, pearls of sweats on her forehead, and she would look back at me and perhaps smile a tired smile and I would want to hold her forever, but I wont, or maybe just a temporary careful touch. I want her to be mine, and mine only. The girl who leaped to westernization before she fulfilled her easternization. I want her to come back to those cement courtyards lacking grass, but with flower tubs of gardenia and beli, looking up to the square blue sky labeled Bengal. I want her to be mine.

I want to pick her from her work, drop her off in the morning as well. No, not because I am possessive but because I want to be with her as much as I can. Okay maybe I am a little possessive, but in a protective way. I do want to know who she talks to during the day, who is in her list as chat buddies, I want to hack into her email and read from the past and the present and about any future bonds. I want to test her loyalty, her limit of jealousy, her patience, her good manners, her bad habits. I want to taste her chicken curries and fluency in Bengali culture. I want her to be mine.

From his awed blue eyes:
Her skin reminds me of the beaches, like the wet warm salt. Her eyes dark as night swallows me in. She will be a forever mystery to me. Will I ever solve it? Do I want to? I don't know. My friend asked me the other day if this was just a phase and that made me think. Is it? Is it my brown phase? A phase where the east is more intriguing temporarily, when the smell of hair oil still prominent in newly shampooed hair is addictive, when strands of black hair in my very white hands is exciting, it's so different, so different than all I have experienced. But does unfamiliarity reign once familiar loses its zing? And then we all return to our original familiarly based on similarity and not differences?

I tell her things, I don't spell out the word "love." Love is tough, she says where she comes from love is easy, or easily mentioned, easily gotten, and then easily lost. I am not in love, love is hard, love is binding, love is permanent, and I think a hundred times before any permanency. I don't want to lose her unless she wants to be lost, I don't want to ruin her mystery unless she wants to be an open book, I enjoy my freedom like she enjoys hers, our worlds mix when we wish and part when we want, and when I catch the hidden tear in the corner of her eye, I rather wonder why it's there than wipe it off… is this is a phase or is it love?


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