
If thiery mugler could send a model sashaying down the Paris catwalk wearing half-a-shirt at his Summer 8217;99 Collection, the John Galiano of Indian high fashion, Rohit Bal, can do better. Picture this. A booming funk beat heralds leggy lollapalooza Nina Manuel8217;s entry into the Hotel Imperial hallway for Bal8217;s Winter 8217;98 Show, and the realisation that she has just half-a-choli hits us with the velocity of a pinball.
And as she sets out on a long, curving path that takes her through three halls if Tarun Tahiliani can do it, why can8217;t you, Mr Bal? packed with people hanging from the balconies, and still more trying to get past the hotel8217;s human terriers, you can see the energy waves collecting from all corners and rolling towards her in a deluge, almost tripping her at the end. Well! Fashionistas know that Nina8217;s no novice at the game.
But come on, even she looked in need of a break. Why? We8217;ve no qualms about her wearing his dress shirt, but whose idea was it to shoehorn our good man Rahul Dev into Sheetal Malhar8217;s red brocade? The guys actually came hurtling down the ramp wearing green and red brocade shirt-pants with, hold your breath, bulls and lotuses emblazoned all over! We understand the designer8217;s fascination with bulls 8212; he8217;s a Taurean, after all 8212; but on pants?!
We8217;d like to think some practical joker backstage was pulling a cruel switcheroo to see if anyone in the front row was paying any attention from behind those designer frames. Ha-ha, very funny. That8217;s not all. Though Bal8217;s plasticky fabs looked fab and futuristic, you8217;ll need to be more than a rocket scientist to understand fashion these days. It does help to know organic chemistry, though.