Sunday Styles, "On the Street" by Bill Cunningham ... Spotlight: Vellore Fashion
It is scorching hot down here, and we're not talking about the weather. These kids and grandmas mix it up right. Check out these threads -- they're going straight from the streetz of Vellore to the tents of Bryant Park. Ssssssssss-izzlin'!
Let's start with accessories, and the most important of all. That's right, the mustache! Skinny jeans may come and go, but this one's not going anywhere.
Speaking of jeans, acid-wash is going strong. Real strong. And real tight. That's the way to go in Vellore, and apparently all across India as far as we've seen so far.
Most acid-wash wearers pair it with a pompidour. This isn't just one guy on one day. We see this on many guys on most days.
The sari is the traditional outfit worn by most women. As we are located near Kanchipuram, the silk capital of India, there is no shortage here. Whether you are out for a night on the town with the girls or just forming dung into patties, it is the perfect choice.
In addition to saris, the salwar kameez is the traditional dress worn by adolescent girls and women. As seen below, it consists of a long tunic-like top, pants in a variety of different cuts but generally long and baggy, and a scarf thrown over both shoulders. Men's dress is more variable. The laborers and farmers almost always wear lungees, made of cotton fabric tied into a skirt. Often these are plaid, as shown below. Male professionals wear western dress, tailored trousers and collared button-down short sleeve shirts. Rarely if ever do men wear ties in Vellore, even doctors in the hospital. Security guards and police men always don the uniform. It's never complete, nor as menacing, without the moustache.
It is incredibly cheap to have a tailor make custom-made clothes. About two to four dollars to make a nice pair of men's trousers. Alex is so happy with his that we plan to have several pair made before we go back to the U.S. (If anyone would like them made, send us your measurements). Tailors can also copy your favorite clothes faithfully, in most cases. In the case of the white pants in the photograph above, it was an exact replica of the template I gave to him, but just too small.
Digression but relevant -- in middle school, I played flute in the marching band. Our uniforms were from the 1970s; thick polyester forest green pants with white piping, pseudo-military style top with shoulder fringe and braided gold cord. They had shrunken so much over the years that each band member was required to wear one size too small, making us the Skintight Marching Band. After performances, we each had to have a friend help to yank off the top, it being possible to do alone. One day, the bully who played drums couldn't get his top off, even with two, three, then four boys pulling at it. I thought it was funny. They had to cut the top to release him. He still had to wear the same top for performances, only his mother had to sew in an expansion panel where the uniform had been cut. My friends laffed and laffed.
With my too-tight pants, I had to ask the tailor to make adjustments. He said it was impossible, so I thought the bully and asked him to cut the back in half and sew in an expansion panel. I always think of marching band when I wear them. Look who's laughing now.
Alex is comfortable in his skin. That is the only thing that can explain the behavior below.
Much as the dress of new immigrants to the U.S. may sometimes appear "different", awkward, or off-key in their reading and translation of American fashions, we fear the same may apply to us as new arrivals to India. After turning around one too many times to suddenly find Alex giggling and wearing my bathing suits, I sensed Alex may have felt emasculated being the "weird guy" without a mustache. So, after a haircut I saved his clippings and suggested he test-drive some more facial hair. Close, but not quite.
Above and below also filed under "what we do when we're bored to tears." Sometimes I make myself wigs with my ponytail. How would I look if I chopped off my hair, I wondered.
High-tech fun.
It is scorching hot down here, and we're not talking about the weather. These kids and grandmas mix it up right. Check out these threads -- they're going straight from the streetz of Vellore to the tents of Bryant Park. Ssssssssss-izzlin'!
Let's start with accessories, and the most important of all. That's right, the mustache! Skinny jeans may come and go, but this one's not going anywhere.
Three cheers for the mustache! Hip-hip! Hooray!
Speaking of jeans, acid-wash is going strong. Real strong. And real tight. That's the way to go in Vellore, and apparently all across India as far as we've seen so far.
Most acid-wash wearers pair it with a pompidour. This isn't just one guy on one day. We see this on many guys on most days.
Alex perusing stacks of underwear in an array of appealing colors.
The sari is the traditional outfit worn by most women. As we are located near Kanchipuram, the silk capital of India, there is no shortage here. Whether you are out for a night on the town with the girls or just forming dung into patties, it is the perfect choice.
At Work: A rugged sari for those down and dirty days.
In addition to saris, the salwar kameez is the traditional dress worn by adolescent girls and women. As seen below, it consists of a long tunic-like top, pants in a variety of different cuts but generally long and baggy, and a scarf thrown over both shoulders. Men's dress is more variable. The laborers and farmers almost always wear lungees, made of cotton fabric tied into a skirt. Often these are plaid, as shown below. Male professionals wear western dress, tailored trousers and collared button-down short sleeve shirts. Rarely if ever do men wear ties in Vellore, even doctors in the hospital. Security guards and police men always don the uniform. It's never complete, nor as menacing, without the moustache.
Salwar kameez
On the move: lungee, bike, and bag.
"Give me your papers, son"
Okay, so enough of what everyone else is wearing. What are we wearing? Does it look like we are wearing the same clothes in every blog entry? That's because we are! In Vellore, our Western clothes makes us incredibly conspicuous, even at work. Knowing this, we brought very few clothes from home, and generally only high-tech, outdoorsy clothes. We wear these only when we travel on weekends, to better deal with the heat -- that's why we're wearing the same darn thing in every picture you've seen! In Vellore, we do as the locals do. When we arrived, we bought fabric and had salwar kameez made for myself, and shirts and trousers for Alex.My first salwar kameez, near our apartment. They often have intricate embroidery, which is hard to see in this photograph. I choose not to wear the scarf, as it is so hot outside. Also, the baggy pajama-like pants were difficult for me to keep from falling down. Therefore, I had Western-style pants made, using pants from home as a template. The above is what I wear to work.
Alex in his Indian-made tailored pants and shirt.
In salwar kameez, waiting for the bus. I'm wearing a pair of pants that I had the tailor make for me. See below.
It is incredibly cheap to have a tailor make custom-made clothes. About two to four dollars to make a nice pair of men's trousers. Alex is so happy with his that we plan to have several pair made before we go back to the U.S. (If anyone would like them made, send us your measurements). Tailors can also copy your favorite clothes faithfully, in most cases. In the case of the white pants in the photograph above, it was an exact replica of the template I gave to him, but just too small.
Digression but relevant -- in middle school, I played flute in the marching band. Our uniforms were from the 1970s; thick polyester forest green pants with white piping, pseudo-military style top with shoulder fringe and braided gold cord. They had shrunken so much over the years that each band member was required to wear one size too small, making us the Skintight Marching Band. After performances, we each had to have a friend help to yank off the top, it being possible to do alone. One day, the bully who played drums couldn't get his top off, even with two, three, then four boys pulling at it. I thought it was funny. They had to cut the top to release him. He still had to wear the same top for performances, only his mother had to sew in an expansion panel where the uniform had been cut. My friends laffed and laffed.
With my too-tight pants, I had to ask the tailor to make adjustments. He said it was impossible, so I thought the bully and asked him to cut the back in half and sew in an expansion panel. I always think of marching band when I wear them. Look who's laughing now.
Alex demonstrating the "fat panel." Somehow he stuffed his be-hind into the pants, leaving no room for his boxers, seen spilling over the sides.
Alex is comfortable in his skin. That is the only thing that can explain the behavior below.
Alex's tailored pants. Due to the heat, he has adopted the 'beater'.
Double-take!
Hm! Nice buns!
Okay, getting creepy ...
Much as the dress of new immigrants to the U.S. may sometimes appear "different", awkward, or off-key in their reading and translation of American fashions, we fear the same may apply to us as new arrivals to India. After turning around one too many times to suddenly find Alex giggling and wearing my bathing suits, I sensed Alex may have felt emasculated being the "weird guy" without a mustache. So, after a haircut I saved his clippings and suggested he test-drive some more facial hair. Close, but not quite.
"Hey what's up guys!"
"Keep your tweezers! This brow gives me street cred."
Above and below also filed under "what we do when we're bored to tears." Sometimes I make myself wigs with my ponytail. How would I look if I chopped off my hair, I wondered.
High-tech fun.
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