All Frescoed Out

"You've got a smile that can light up this whole town"

2010-09-19T15:39:00.000+03:00

I wish I was lounging right there.

Somedays are better than others.

On good days, you wake up and everything is right.

Yes, you woke up 2 hours after the alarm went off.

Yes, you kinda missed your pending appointments, and there's lots to do, but you don't seem to care.

This day, you trick yourself and tell yourself that everything can wait, time will be your friend and you'll get everything crossed off your list of pending errands.

You take a glance of your French press thats brewing with hot scrumptious coffee and you smile, the milk is at the right temperature and the cup looks so inviting.

It's just you, the coffee, the couch and your laptop as you watch a sappy chick-click and smile.

Perfect start to a choc-bloc full day.

Wishing you a daily dose of zen,

xx
Baroque

Ps. Title of post is a line in "You belong to me" by Taylor Swift
Photo Credits: Everything Fabulous

Doesn't this make you feel lucky?

2010-09-17T08:44:00.001+03:00

One always forgets how much he/she has been endowed, and One seldom gives thanks.

"الحمدالله على كل حال من الأحوال"/ Thank God for everything, the good, the bad and everything in between.

xx

Baroque

Ps. Blessed?
Photo Credits: Saying Images

When Walls Have Faces OF Their Own..

2010-09-15T00:03:00.001+03:00

Only then, will the following statement be true; "ساعات أحس إني أكلم طوفه"

Haha, no but really, I give you Dan Bergeron's: Faces of the City, in which he attempts to give those shabby walls we pass by everyday some character.

Street Art, Vandalism or Petty Entertainment for Passers-by?

"Bergeron is best known for his subversive and thought-provoking public street installations. His most recent body of work, Faces of the City, juxtaposes the abrasive charm of the distressed surfaces of modern cities with the intimate familiarity of the human face. As the walls and surfaces of the city define its physical character and spatial identity, the faces of its inhabitants provide the city with its personality, disposition and magnetism. His fusion of the two explores the idea that beauty truly lies in the scars, wrinkles and blemishes of places we live and people we meet." from Show and Tell Gallery

What would be scandalous about this is whether if "الطوفه اترد عليك"/ the wall would reply back?

Personification at it's best.

Baroque

Ps. Lists, Lists, endless lists.

Photo Credits: My Love For You Is A Stampede of Horses

"عيدكم مبارك"

2010-09-09T21:19:00.000+03:00

Our holy guest is departing us, Ramadan is on the last leg of it's yearly visit.

It's been a blast, hibernating all day, socializing all evening, and praying all night. But now it's time to get back on track, back to coffee in the morning, sleeping early, and getting things done/being more productive.

Time to reboot sleeping patterns in time for tomorrow.

I wish you all an enjoyable, relaxing and happy Eid.

عيدكم مبارك وعساكم من عواده العيد

xx

Baroque

Ps. "We're getting close now, don't turn away"
Photo Credits: Saying Images

Once Upon An Ad...

2010-09-08T12:07:00.000+03:00

Fairytales aren't just for kids it seems, Advertisers are banking on that little kid within and giving advertisements a pinch of fairy dust.

Check out the following Fairytale inspired advertisements with a twist.

Rapunzel in a coffee advertisement.

Have a break, have a kitkat little red riding hood style.

Snow White gets a tan.

Little Red Riding Hood for Amnesty International against abuse.

Jack and the Beanstalk for Levis Kids

Peter Pan for a reading campaign

xx

Baroque

Ps. Happily ever after wishes.
Photo Credits: 10 Steps (more on this site if you're interested)

Lace, Glorious Lace.

2010-09-07T14:41:00.000+03:00

Every girl loves Lace,
I rest my case.

(**wow, that rhymed.)

To that sweet delicate hand-made material that ushers lady-like grace,

xx
Baroque

Photo Credits: This is Glamorous

Retro Wedding

2010-09-06T12:00:00.001+03:00

I'm a big fan of Bonnie Tsang, a Los Angeles based photographer that I've been following for some time now, if only for those happiness inducing shots and images.

She really does capture the essence of those happy moments and milestones in life from engagements to weddings, from classic affairs to quite retro unimaginable shindigs such as this wedding.

There's something quite romantic and whimsical about this vintage inspired retro faux wedding shoot she shot titled "Pink Fig"; take a look.

Who said whimsical can't be romantic?

xx
Baroque

Ps. Isn't it ironic? Don't you think....
Photo Credits: Bonnie Tsang Photography

If Road Trips Looked Like this,

2010-09-05T14:00:00.002+03:00

Include me!

I'm often fascinated by road trips, even though I've never been on any local ones (our roads aren't exactly scenic, if you call endless tarmac and flat plains filled with sand a sight for sore eyes, and maybe the fact that you have to don an Abbaya midway in your travels... but thats another story all together), but after seeing those pictures- Kate Spade Ads- I think I want in....

Given it'll be a funky car, and I'll have a killer wardrobe; ignore the blonde within..

Happy pictures make me smile.

Are you smiling yet?

xx

Baroque

Ps. On the List.
Photo Credits: Via Oh Happy Day

When a Picture Tells a Story...

2010-09-04T12:00:00.001+03:00

I've always had a fascination with pictures.

I truly believe that some pictures can really be "worth a 1,000 words;" don't get me wrong I'm more passionate about words, but you know what they say "talk is cheap" (sometimes lol)

So sometimes you really do need a picture to just say everything, a deafening mute that can scream the truth and tell the viewer ever so much but in silence.

That's where the concept behind "Pictory" (an online magazine) was initiated.

"Pictory" is a "showcase for your best photo stories." People from all around the world submit a picture they have shot with a caption describing it, and relates to a certain theme posted on the webzine.

The images are then collected, sifted through and the best ones are picked and made into a "Pictory."

It's interesting to see what they come up with and how you get different perspectives from different people; very insightful.

A Screen Shot of the site

A Pictory on the site that caught my eye was the "Life Lessons" one, which was a collection of lessons people had learnt from others in their lives with a picture of that valuable person. Very inspiring to say the least. I'm a solemn believer of taking whatever advice you can get from your elders, especially people that have experienced so much; to me it's like a bandaid on your feet as you walk around in tight shoes, it won't make the shoes comfier but it'll lessen the chance of blisters... Symbolic, think about it.

Here's one of the photographs and life lesson that stood out to me.

The web is so amazing, oh the things one stumbles upon, and the endless sources of inspiration.

Viva La Creativity, and Broadening of One's Horizons!

xx
Baroque

PS. Use it or loose it.
Photo Credits: Pictory

Smile for the camera, Say "Wedding Ring!"

2010-09-03T17:15:00.001+03:00

How cute is this photo booth engagement attempt?

There's something kind of nostalgic about photo booth snaps, adds a bit of sentimental spice to memories.

Yes, the digital cameras are more convenient, quick, and more fun; no ones like loading film onto cameras and seeing that number drop to 0, ugh the days.... but there's something about printed old photographs that make one dream of the days past...

Finally, an ode to good planned and surprises in the most unexpected places; especially after it hits you, in which the world stops for a couple of minutes as you attempt to figure out what the hell just happened.... *sigh*

xx

Baroque

Ps. Thanks for being you.

Photo Credits: Via Oh Happy Day!

A long-gone age; Childhood.

2010-09-03T00:05:00.000+03:00

They say "youth is wasted on the young."

Why is it that whenever we remember our childhood we smile?

Memories of the day when you didn't have to think where you're going in life, didn't have to bother having a "Plan B", didn't have to worry since everything was taken care of.

Sleeping in the car meant you were carried up to your room.

Meals were already planned.

Exercise was that game of never ending tag.

Everything mesmerized you. You had to know why? how? and when? as opposed to just giving something a second glance as an adult and moving on.

School was just about having fun in the sandbox, and work meant shading those pictures with your crayons; whilst taking care not to color out of the lines, oh gosh a stigma back then.

"ليت الشباب يعود يوم" ?

Just for a couple of hours a day at least.

xx

Baroque

Ps. Why is the word "Childish" an implication of a lapse in action/judgment? and being an "Adult" agrees with the status quo?

Photo Credits: Only Pictures

"Let's Find Some Beautiful Place To Get Lost"

2010-09-02T02:59:00.000+03:00

This Park

This Dress

+

This Hamper

+

You.

A daily dosage of dreams.. ; makes life more interesting, and gives you something to look forward to.

Baroque

Ps. Countdown; T minus X days.

Photo Credits: This is Glamorous , People Love Presents, and Saying Images.

"The Best Things in Life Aren't Things"

2010-08-31T18:47:00.003+03:00

On the contrary, in my opinion they are feelings.

The best feelings in life are:

-That lovely euphoric high you get after jumping around singing to your favorite songs with friends.

-That endorphine buzz you get post that grueling workout, when you feel you are in taking flight even though you're really just covered in sweat.

-That glow and warm feeling you get after someone asks how you are doing with a hint of worry and genuinely listens to your reply, especially when you weren't at your best times.

-That warm feeling on your skin as you lay out on a sun-bed or by the pool, the heat you despise when you are going out/running errands, but love when you are chilling in the summer sun (**oxymoron); makes you feel blessed you are alive.

-Butterflies in your stomach just before a big event, your time to shine, entering a party, seeing a special someone; that good stress ushering something exciting.

-That content disposition you find yourself in after you've checked everything off your task list, and done all those things you've put off for so long; productiveness means more time to do the things you love.

-That solemn spirit you get infused with post practicing your prayers, reading the Quraan, doing something spiritual; a feeling of connectness with the world, universe, and your maker.

-Those heart-filled kisses, warm hugs and care-induced touches that make you really believe that you're not in this alone and there are others that will be there in a heart-beat.

-That "كش شعر ينبي"/goosebumps feeling you get when you are witnessing a special ceremony such as a wedding, a patriotic song, a rock concert, anything where a huge group of people come together to celebrate or stand together and rejoice as one; absolute euphoria.

This might seem like a cliche, but "the best things in life are truly free."

I know Visa will beg to disagree; then again it's just another plastic card, which ironically makes you feel lousy at the end of the month. Ha-Ha.

Embrace Life; you only get to live it once.

Baroque

Ps. "كل شي في وقته حلو"

Photo Credits: Saying Images

"ساهر الليل" ; A glimpse of "الزمن الجميل"

2010-08-30T20:10:00.025+03:00

In the race of Ramadan Sitcoms and Shows, there's one show that really stands out on TV "ساهر الليل".

An ode to the good old days, the sitcom is set in Kuwait in the 70's;

apparently the golden age and "أحلى سنين" as almost every adult in Kuwait seems to

suggest (I wouldn't know I wasn't born yet, sad..)

The Cinematography is amazing, everything was taken into consideration from the

actual colors of the shots that all seem to be in shot in that hazy vibrant shade that

is very reminiscent to that "sepia" option on our modern day cameras,to the clothes

,to the hairstyles, to the cars (or as they call it "الموتر"on the show which I found

really cute) to even the beverages (everyone seems to be sipping drinks from

vintage coke and miranda glass bottles).

Best of all, the storyline is easy going. No violence, drugs, modern day drama

-something of which all the other shows seem to excel in and which quite frankly is

not just boring, but a constant repetition.

I'm all for showcasing/imitating things that happen in real life, things we might not

want to believe are happening in our society but actually take place and all that;

but when you get fed spoon-loads of that every Ramadan and see that drama

occur everywhere one needs to escape to a better more utopia-istic generation,

and that's exactly what "Sahir Al-Layl" does.

It's all about social relationships; family bonds (it follows the story of 3 families

and their daily life),romance (the days in which "الجامعه" was a place to "حبني وأحبك"

and where endless love stories took center stage; it's not the same now, we no

longer hear of college romances), and giving the viewers a stroll down memory

lane (I know my mom was blown away by the university scenes that seemed to

remind her of Kuwait University in the seventies, as she commented "ظبطينها").

In one word, it's a delight. Sort of like a chick-flick movie gone all Kuwaiti

Ramadan TV show. No drama, no frowns, just a pleasant easy spin in the

seventies if only for an hour or so; apleasant lovely escape from politics,drama

and Ramadan stressors.

And as I once tweeted, I feel like "نسفت القتره على الكتف" is going to be hitting every guy near you post "ساهر الليل"; seventies style will definitely be in.

I feel a "Does Art Imitates Life, or does Life Imitate Art?" discussion coming up.

Baroque

PS. Gimme sometime I'll get my act straight, and give it all back to you.

Rama-dan-a-ding.

2010-08-29T20:43:00.001+03:00

Prayers during Eid, originally uploaded by Ashish T.

*sweeps off the dust* It's been ages I know; beautiful picture no?

Back to business...

Ramadan is on it's final leg, and to all of those suggesting that it flew past and you can't believe that we are on the final 10 days; let me tell you this, "NO IT DIDN'T."

I'm all for the Ramadan Spirit, it's one of my favorite months and all, but Oh God it did not go by with a blink of an eye, it took lots of work:

-Endless days out, can actually count the days I stayed in at home on one hand, blimey that's like less than 5 days.

-Lots of "استقبالات" ، :"مواجيب" and "غبقات" ; or in plain english social obligations that take place from 9 to 1 am just giving you time to have a light meal before you have to fast again

- A muddled up sleeping schedule that involves saying good-nite to the sun as it rises and bidding it a good morning as it set, making your day night and your night day, along with various attempts to reset them with Panadol Night but alas it's no use, we all know "Eid" is going to be the time that circadian rhythms automatically go back to normal.

All in all it's been a fabulous Ramadan yet, one filled with endless nice social encounters with people I haven't seen in ages, big emphasis on nice, yummy food, gorgeous outfits, lovely family reunions and bonding, and a spiritual high.

How has your Ramadan been?

"كل عام وانتم بخير وعساكم من عواده الشهر الفضيل"

اكس اكس

باروك / Baroque

"Baby, there's a shark in the water."

2010-06-13T23:29:00.002+03:00

Amen.

Someone dear to me once said something along the following lines, "one must study history, because it always repeats itself."

It's been my passionate wish ever since I can remember to study history, I unfortunately never got to do that, but am planning to.

But if there's one thing or actually several things you can learn from life, one of those is that "fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me."

Learn from your mistakes, keep a back-up recollection of what happened. Forgive, smile, hell act if you need to, but never forget.

Scars aren't just awards you get from heroic acts, they are a reminder of the pain you endured.

Baroque

Ps. Smile brightly, shine out that fuse.

PPS. Title is a song that's been going through my head by V V Brown, click here.

Photo Credits: Saying Images

Peek-a-Boo, I see you.

2010-05-16T23:40:00.001+03:00

fs cho aiii đây nhỉ :-", originally uploaded by A c h i e [ Vn ].

Sometimes we just have to take off those sunglasses-not the ones that shield our eyes from the sun, the one's we hide behind- and just let loose.

Sometimes we just have to let our hair done, and allow it to fly around in the wind instead of pinned up in that bun.

Sometimes we just have to forgive, not forget but disregard the warnings and pray that their will not be another line of attack.

Sometimes we just have to throw out that day-planner, forget about all our appointments, and just be spontaneous for a day, or two.

Sometimes we just have to ignore that alarm clock, not push the snooze button but opt for the close alarm one, and just sleep in for a change.

Sometimes we just have to break down those boundaries, let people in and pray that this will not result in casualties.

Sometimes we just have to be human and allow ourselves to make mistakes, errors in judgments, and miscalculated risks.

Sometimes we just have to stand still and let the world pass by, either taking us with it or leaving us standing watching it as it goes.

Sometimes we just have to breathe, and acknowledge there is a reason behind everything, even that exhalation.

xx

Baroque

Ps. I guess I'm back. Thanks Alya from Pomegranate and Patchouli (http://www.pomegranateandpatchouli.com) for the push, I've missed this.

Out, About and All Over the Place.

2010-04-10T14:04:00.001+03:00

Alice in Wonderland, originally uploaded by Adrienne (wallyspam).

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where-" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"-so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."

xx
Baroque

PS. I saw the "Alice in the Wonderland" movie; thought it was a bit Tim Burton dark, didn't stop me from having fun mind you, oh and her outfits were genius.

PPS. I've been MIA, will be MIA, might forever be MIA, don't know where I'm going with this blogger MIA, so i'm sparing you the details; but they are nice details, "الحمدالله."

PPPS. I've missed this. ;)

When it rains, wear your Wellies and jump around the puddles.

2009-11-12T13:25:00.001+03:00

almost gone, originally uploaded by u n c o m m o n.

Life is not all sunny cool days here, on most days we get scorched by the sun, suffocated by humidity, or blinded by dust; but that has nothing to do with the title of my post and I don't know why I just stated it.

I'm kind of bored of the sun, and the idea of portraying my message of optimism through this ball of fire is not what I feel like doing. If I was going to I'd totally say when it's scorching, grab that suntan oil and go worship the rays, but I'd rather go with something more scarce here such as rain,

Oh and this picture on flickr looked amazing, I had to have it for my blog lol.

So when the weather starts to change suddenly and it starts to pour (**be it the actual weather, or life that is), don't just mope around and stay in bed or indoors and wait it out.

Grab those Wellington Boots (**"إشطاري علي؟" lol am eye-ing the Jimmy Choo for Hunter Boots, I seem to be over the UGGS epidemic) and jump around in those puddles.

Every situation has a silver lining, sometimes it's disguised in layers of tulle and lace, other times it's submerged in pools of water and pouring rain, and most of the times over here it comes with a gust of sand which paints the world a hazy yellow orange hue.

I sometimes wish my brain was similar to that of a toddler's and still grasped that ability to look at everything objectively and find the fun it.

xx

Baroque.

PS. We applaud writers because they have done what we could not, spilled their guts onto paper.

To think this was once my GYM..

2009-11-08T19:32:00.002+03:00

Fallin Hyde Park, originally uploaded by foezoe.

Summers are spent abroad like any other Khaleeji running away from the killer heat in search for cooler places. Sometimes I feel we're like migrating birds, that do the exact opposite migration; in the summer as opposed to the winter.

I've tried a new routine for the past 2 years, exchanging my mornings lazing in bed to going out with a personal trainer and hitting the asphalt at the park.

Mornings are spent running by the Serpentine, doing push ups on benches, laying on the grass doing crunches, and just soaking up the green-ess and good vibes reflected off the park.

Between me and my trainer, we have a couple of words between us. She being a South American I tried out and befriended a year ago, who knows what my strengths are and when I nearly am near passing out, has become my daily morning partner. We bond over broken English, as she asks me about life back home, and I quiz her on her new found life in London.

Everyday is different. Sometimes the ducks all do a fly in parade over the pond. Other days the underground passage homeless Guitarist plays that repeated tune, but changes the words around. Sometimes about love, sometimes about something I can't quite catch whilst she makes me power walk under ground across to the park.

It's a peaceful time, I don't feel that lethargic pull the bed has on me as the alarm rings beckoning another morning and the arrival of my personal trainer 30 minutes later. I don't feel as tired as I do when I'm on the treadmill. Crunches become a pleasure as I lay down on the green sometimes sprinkled with dew ground and set my sights on those fluffy clouds and those amazing scattered green canopies of trees.

Life stood still. It was beautiful. It was familiar. It was something that I could go back to everyday with my South American friend and just chill away from all the noisy roads and stresses. It would always be there waiting for me everyday, rain or shine. That peaceful, crispy fresh and clean spot amidst a hustle bustle city.

Makes it all more beautiful, worthwhile and memorable.

Sometimes I wish I could bottle that experience up and uncork it when needed, or at least get somewhere similar right here.

xx

Baroque

Khaleejesque Qassimi Interview Exclusive

2009-11-04T14:21:00.003+03:00

"Khaleejesque"- a dream me and my Co-Founder/cousin/friend dreamt of in university and which is now a thriving reality.

Amidst all the business classes we were swimming in, something about mass communications made more sense. My love for writing made me open up this blog, which is nearing its 4th year perhaps, but who keeps count anyways.. My love for writing also made me obtain a minor on the side of my already double-major which made me kind of loiter in university for an extra semester but was ever worth it.

My love for writing also fueled the passion I have for "Khaleejesque" and with the help of my Co-Founder we slowly took strides towards the ezine we had in mind, and made it a reality. We're still not at our goal, but we're gonna get there inshallah.

I'd love to celebrate a mini-victory we just had, Khaleejesque has scored an exclusive interview with someone I once blogged about at the start of his career. I remember my blinking my eyes twice to make sure I wasn't reading a different name on an online Fashion Blog. Qassimi? Wasn't that the Royal Family of Sharjah? How did they get their own Fashion Label? Read more on this post I wrote once upon a time.

Now, we as Khaleejesque managed to get an interview with this Fashion Sheikh who is taking the Fashion World by store with his extravagant line. An exclusive just for Khaleejesque. I'm still high on the honor and this feat.

Check out Danah Taqi's interview with the Sheikh of Fashion on Khaleejesque. Here.

A pet project gone regional; what a lovely feeling of accomplishment.

Baroque

Ps. Take a chance, jump head over heels, if you fall you'll only get bruised and blistered.

Net Picks 2

2009-11-03T13:58:00.006+03:00

What do you get when Stella Mccartney collaborates with Gap Kids?

An equation that yields to the fact that I wish I had kids to dress up at this point; maybe I'll adopt a couple of my tiny tot cousins for the season?

Brilliant, cute and utterly avante-garde like stylish designs and outfits; should launch worldwide on November 11th, I'm hoping we are included in the international arena of choice for this launch as well.

Via Myfashionlife

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The Mohawk has never ever looked good on anyone, apart for Angelina Jolie's kid Maddox that made it all the rage again once upon a time, but apart from cute kids I don't think anyone can really revive this forever in a coma rage.

Now, Prada seems to have given her shoes a make-over and brought back the Mohawk literally when it comes to designer footwear.

Let's just say this shoe is a stylish stunner on it's own, and apart from something utterly plain, and perhaps black it will look too over the top; I think it's a shoe magnum opus and speaks for itself.

Via Jak&Jil

Photo Credits for Maddox Pic

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Rainy days have never looked quirkier or chic-er; I'm dreaming of Hunters, but to wear them to what. Yes, we've been getting rain, if you call this splitter splatter for five minutes that for that matter. But at least this winter or whatever this season should be called seems to be ushering fairly wet weather? I don't remember the last time I used an umbrella in Kuwait to tell you the truth, but I'm hoping for rain, since I've got my eyes set on Hunter Boots. A girl can only dream after all....

Michelle Willaims and her daughter (*also daughter of late Heath Ledger) snapped on a rainy morning in New York.

Via Coco's Tea Party

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End of Transmission.

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Baroque

Ps. Do unto others like you'd want to be done unto you? Not always quite adequate.

"Some dance to remember, Others dance to forget"

2009-11-01T15:35:00.001+03:00

ballet:vacate
Originally uploaded by brookeshaden

I believe in Music and the fact that Music echoes happiness into one's soul.

Music has the power to lift one's spirits, send a ripple effect of glee through one's hearth and move one's bones. I think the percussion music system- drums, "طيران" and anything that can be hit to produce a sound- is an integral aspect of music that cannot be ignored, but can surely be played alone if needed. I'd take "طق" over normal streamed music any day; that explains the joy I derive from attending local Kuwaiti weddings.

Recently attended a weekend of weddings, "عسى الله يزيد الأفراح انشاء الله" and realized the pull music has one people's moods; people joined in from all walks of life to celebrate those happy occasions in an atmosphere of sheer pleasure drowned by music and singing, which translated into packed full dance floors and clapping hands.

A scene we see regularly but do not appreciate that much; a scene of utter joy.

A scene that is fleeting in my opinion, for when the occasion is over and people start going home, they go back to their normal lives. Some are lucky enough to take that joy with them, others go back to face another kind of music, a rhythm that is not so happy.

Music provides a happy escape, an interesting diversion and a mini-escape.

I once took a course in university about Bollywood movies. I entered the course thinking it would be an easy A, that I'd get to see my fave Bollywood movies and just write about them, never knowing that I would learn something crucial about this billion dollar industry and what keeps it going. Turns out Bollywood movies are not just made for entertainment and that their popularity has not been solely because of the fact that they are amazing get-ups complete with song and dance as well as lavish sets and costumes. Not at all, it's because they create a diversion to the Indian masses.

Bollywood movies paint another world to movie goers; all of whom are mostly lower class masses in India who would rather spend that ticket premium price to escape reality and get drowned in the music, dance, romance, and action. 3 hours that make them forget their problems-their strife and struggles- and instead get immersed in a long adventure away from real life stressors for a short period of time.

Interesting right? The class was one of the best electives I took. Who knew petty diversions could be good for you?

In a society that is taking backward steps into a murky extremist doctrine with everything now being "حرام" in their eyes, Music is being in one of the first lines of attack. It's sad to see such a fun diversion be attacked so, even though it holds the power to keep some people going, and others happy. A healthy way to lift one's mood, and achieve a natural "high", Music should be celebrated not dismissed.

Our ancestors used to sing their hearts out as they pulled at the sails of their ships, as they hoisted the pearl divers, as they herded sheep and camels across an empty desert, and as they rested after a long day of work.

We should be able to be allowed to do the same.

Everyone should be given a chance to dance at their own beat and at their own choice and freedom.

As Lady Gaga chants, "Just dance, it will be okay......"

xx

Baroque

Ps. Blistered to perfection.

Net-Picks.

2009-10-25T22:22:00.002+03:00

Staying at home for a couple of days because of the flu allows one to surf the net freely, find interesting things, and see 3 DVDs from the Planet Earth DVD series (**thats an entire post on it's own, I feel like I wanna be a Nature-photog now or maybe change careers and become a scientist.)

And now some of my Net-Picks (**things I stumbled upon, shared on Google reader, and just found to be mesmerizing, amazing or interesting).

*New way to store books, perfect for people like me who feel that shelves of books are claustrophobic. Here's a new twist to book storage, and really puts the emphasis on details; "Bibliochaise"- directly translates to book chair.

PC: Oh Joy

*Recently joined a spinning class, called "Virtual Spin"; in which we exercise our butts off whilst watching a screen of a road in Germany. This screen is assumed to somehow transport us visually into the stunning scenery that is Germany, but whoever filmed it must be kidding me, the dwindling roads and asphalt ridden ways don't even look half as good; then again, maybe I was too tired to pay attention to the beauty. Either way, I'd take biking outdoors somewhere other than our roads anyday (**for fear of being killed by a lunatic driver in the first 5 mins). Somewhere like Paris, on a rented bike, preferably looking ever so chic, and snapping a photo such as this (**taken by the Sartorialist, who at that time did not know it was Adrian Grenier the actor in the shot)

PC: The Sartorialist

*What I'd do to be laying down in a grassy pasture looking up at a canopy such as this with my best friend who is miles away, lattes in hand bundled up in a comfy jumper, and just reminiscing /conversing in endless conversations that made no sense to anyone but us with no where to go and nothing to do.

PC: This is Glamorous

Thank God for the internet, beautiful pictures, marvelous ideas, and endless inspiration.

Baroque

Ps. Life is art; you etch your way through it.

Sun-Salutation

2009-10-23T14:57:00.001+03:00

two points for honesty
Originally uploaded by Kirsten Beth

I've mentioned this before, but I honestly think the best lighting for any picture possible is at that eerie yet beautiful basking afternoon light; when the world is washed with a marvelous orange hue.

Sometimes I wonder how such a big ball of fire can create such a beautiful shower of color.

How something that can singe you within a kilometer (**the sun) is a major source of life to many things on Earth?

Life is full of ironies I guess,
and this is just one.

xx

Baroque

Ps. No one is invisible, but you can totally see thru people at times.