Most designers worship heritage. Ashna Vaswani remakes it. Sixteen years flipping fabric rules: brides in denim, Khadi in couture, tribal embroidery meeting sharp-cut blazers. Her new Khadi collection doesn't bow to Gandhi's cloth. It makes it seductive, coveted, impossibly chic. She calls it KISS: Keeping It Simple and Stupid. In an exclusive conversation with Rajeev Mokashi, Ashna Vaswani talks about becoming both artist and CEO, Bollywood's grip on Indian fashion, and why Khadi finally deserves diamonds.
What happens when a distiller and a brewer swap barrels? India's first stout cask finish Single Malt whisky, apparently. Amrut and Geist didn't plan this – they stumbled into it. Six barrels, eleven months of maturation, and one gulkand note that made Ashok bottle it by hand. The first batch sold out before anyone could overthink it. Sometimes the best collaborations are accidents waiting to be terrific.
Christmas Tree lighting ceremonies across Bangalore this December proved that the city's hospitality scene doesn't merely celebrate; it performs. We witnessed Bengaluru's tallest 21-foot tree at Manyata, a 12-foot Yule Log Cake at Hebbal, a Tree of Peace adorned with wishes from Bollywood royalty, and artisan-crafted ornaments carrying 300 years of legacy. Seven destinations, seven unforgettable evenings of mulled wines, carol singers, and Santa arrivals that left us utterly enchanted. Tree lighting is only act two of our Christmas trilogy. The feasting season awaits. Stay tuned!
Bangalore's Christmas cake mixing season arrived early this year, and I chased it across seven properties in six weeks. The same ritual evoked seven distinct moods. From poolside grape stomping to an airport lounge surprise, the city proved it takes its festive traditions seriously. Here's what happens when rum-soaked cherries, spirited crowds, and holiday joy collide. Read on...
Shiro and Candices Gourmet Sandwiches landed on my plate the same weekend, and I'm still thinking about both. At Candice's, a Banh Mi with tofu tasted better than it had at any of my previous jaunts, while Thai salad proved healthy food doesn't have to be boring. Over at Shiro, sushi arrived looking like art and tasting like the decade of experience behind it. One place let me show up in whatever I was wearing. The other deserved a dress code written in its towering Buddha and polished floors. Both knew exactly what they were doing.