The Chronicles of ‘Will Nailah ever get a text back’

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Checkered Coat – Asos

Checkered Pants – Asos

Blue Satin Shirt – Stravidarius (Sold Out)/Alternative: PLT

 

I mean, the title reads me for filth but it is mostly inspired by the fact that my phone is in my hands – once again. I may just set up a 10 sec self timer for the next blog post but we’ll see what happens when it happens.

This outfit is probably one of my favourites of this year, it’s elegant and super classy yet very me, yah girl loves to show a bit of skin and the peek of midriff keeps it feeling ebullient.The suit has a very tailored look to it and it fit so well, it was almost like it had been personally tailored. It made me feel like I was part of the mafia, waiting for Sonny to hit me back about where he dumped the body of our competition. Yeah, I felt mad boasyyy ∞

The perfect fall fit, trench coats as you all know are some of the most versatile collection pieces around and this one goes with almost everything in my closet.

I’m sure some of y’all thought I’d fall off this week – like I can’t even remember the last time I had two consecutive posts but ModainLondres is going to go through a renovation. My next couple of post segments won’t be about style but travel and perhaps, even a personal photography project that I’m working on.

Whatever it be, I’ll be around and I hope you guys are too x

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Roses are red and violets are blue but I prefer Orchids

 

 

Red Denim Jacket – HM

Red Trousers – Bershka

Belt – ASOS

Earrings – Zara

 

Back at it again with a spicy red number that make me think of those lil hot chilli sweets most people don’t like but I love.

I’ve low key hacked a way to take my own photos and so my excuse of not having a photographer to take my fit pics is no longer valid. God bless remote live shooting. (This is also why you’ll see my phone in my hands in most photos – don’t you worry, I’ll figure out a way to hide it better)

Now, there’s not much I can say about this outfit, except that it’s super comfortable and cosy despite giving you all the shoulder and the masala tea. Red is my colour, it signifies warmth, love, sexuality, passion, intensity and danger and with Scorpio Season fast approaching, who would I be if I didn’t seek to embody all those traits.

You may also have clocked that my title has nothing to do with this post – apart from the inclusion of the overarching colour scheme. Wellllll, it’s the first line that popped into mind and with this year highlighting the importance of authenticity in my life, I’ve decided to just put out what I feel or think – with minimal editing. Life’s too short to construct sentences that seek to worm their way around people’s self interest or audience like-ability. Can I get an amen?

 

Amen.

 

Until next week,

Stay genuine xxx

 

 

Reclaiming my Sh!t

 

I haven’t been very honest with myself lately and I’ve been on the outs with myself for some time because of the lack of communication between myself and my self.

Myself being the image that I portray on social media and even the one that I’ve cultivated over years of amassed social exposure/awareness.

My self being the person that I am deep within. The person I’m still learning about and trying to get to know better. The one that all too easily alternates between modes of feeling and quite frankly feels like a mess most of the time.

It’s easy to feel misplaced when you don’t really have any ties to a city or a place you can call home. I grew up in Kenya and although my childhood was calm and pretty fucking good for the most part, it never felt like home. My nationality, the option I choose from the drop down menu is plainly British. My mother grew up in Portugal and it’s where my grandparents and the rest of my maternal side of the family still reside. It’s the country where the fondest of my memories are held and the closest I feel to being home… but that doesn’t matter.

A few years ago I let go of this concept of home being ascribed to a certain place or location, home to me is defined by the people that hold me close. I’m a grandchild of diaspora, Indian in ethnic origin – although the majority of people will claim that I look otherwise – something that low key annoys the fucking shit out of me. Like it’s a compliment not to look like where I’m from? Cool.

I spent a lot of my time growing up wishing I was anything but. Ashamed of my culture because of the stereotypes people would perpetuate. And it took time, a long lengthily time for me to see past the bullshit and actually realise that being Indian was great. I’m from the land of silk and spice, my skin is golden and my culture is so vast and wonderful, so multifaceted that it will take me years to uncover an understanding of just a bit of it. But I didn’t always think like this and it makes me sad because I see so many of us having been through/going through the same shit.

And what makes me angrier is that despite having this tumultuous relationship with myself and my self when it comes to my identity, and attempting to combine these two halves in synergy with each other. Which is an entirely personal process. People will still unsettle me with their value judgements on one over the other. They will feign shock when I tell them where I’m from and then claim that I am too different to be what I am.

I mean apart from the generalised statement of how odd it is that I studied a humanity at university and not a science or business/law related subject. I won’t lie I really had to talk my parents around to accept my choice and I’m not certain they think I made the right one *they definitely don’t think I did. One of the worst things I’m constantly told is, ‘you don’t look Indian’ and to me, that’s like a slap in the face.

For someone that never felt like she belonged anywhere, I’ve had to grow into myself, to fill out the spaces that felt hollow because I felt like I was lacking. Being Indian, being part of an Indian community is something I very much value and treasure as part of my identity. Again, it took me a long ass time to feel that way but once I did, I regained a part of my self. I reclaimed it.

So being told ‘you look South American or Spanish’ – despite knowing that the people that say that shit mean it as a compliment, is a double edged insult to me. First and foremost, Indian women come in many shades, forms and features; they are as multifaceted as their culture. So to state that I am anything other, makes me feel othered, as if women from my culture all have a specific genome that ensures they all look the same.

And I have said this to people before, wherein they’ve started to backtrack and claim to ‘mean it as a compliment’ Biiiiiiih how do I take you saying I look like I’m from another ethnic background as a compliment? You trynna say Indian women aren’t caramel skinned honey’s?? (Not that I’m claiming to be but you know what I mean). Like don’t pass off your internalised passive prejudice against Indians as a compliment, you’re probably unaware that you hold such a sentiment within you and that’s cool. Ignorance is bliss and all that but I will set you straight on it.

But then, there’s also the issue of not being welcomed within the brown skinned community, specifically because I don’t always look like I belong and I’ve particularly felt that through certain social media platforms. There’s such great pages on Instagram in particular that uphold Indian women and celebrate their sisters but despite the array of shades that are out there, there’s certain one’s that are kind of left out of the social narrative. Being too ‘dark skinned’ won’t get you a place on certain social feeds and neither will not looking ‘Indian enough’ and for a community that claims to be all about the brown skinned diaspora/sisterhood – that’s pretty hypocritical.

This has been something that’s circled my mind for a long, long time and it feels heavy for me to put it out on my blog, because, well, it’s personal. But I also want to know people’s thoughts and feelings on the matter.

 

So please comment and let me pick your brain.

 

Fenty Beauty

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There is nothing that Robyn Fenty can’t do. She’s a pop star, fashion icon/muse, sock designer and now, a beauty mogul.

Her new cosmetics line ‘Fenty Beauty’ has an all-inclusive ethos and so there is something for everyone, no matter his or her skin colour or type. There are 40 shades of Fenty foundation to pick from, the tones ranging from very pale to very dark with tonnes of in-between shades that often get left out. The brand also offers bespoke colour matching, so if you can’t find your shade, they’ll mix it up for you.

Asides from the impressive range of tones within the PRO FILT’R foundations, they are also very light on the skin, creating a smooth almost matte glow. Similarly, the Match Stix Matte Skinstick comes in 20 shades and provides fuller coverage due to its creamier, thicker consistency. Both choices of foundation sit lightly on the skin and remain incredibly breathable even when layered to build up coverage. The exuberant and youthful glow present within her range comes from Rih Rih’s own tried and tested makeup routine, each product was then engineered to accompany the creation of the ‘Fenty Face’. Additionally, the hexagonal shapes of her compacts as well as her tubular products are not only cute but also practical; the magnetic packaging clips together in a way that is truly satisfying.

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[Photo credit: Fenty Beauty]

The highlighters, in my opinion, are gag worthy! Trophy Wife is a golden hue that when brushed onto the skin illuminates one’s cheekbones and brows with a plethora of golden sparkles. Seeing is definitely, believing and I had to try it for myself to truly appreciate the magnitude of the magna-gold. Another favourite was the duo highlighter Ginger Binge/Moscow Mule – a beautiful cinnamon crimson sheen that dazzles on any skin tone.

One thing I have never really been interested by has been blush sticks or any sort of shimmer stick – to me they’ve always, kind of been a shtick. But that was before I met Yatch Life. The shimmer stick glides effortlessly onto the skin, dispensing just the right amount of product that you can always double up on if you need more. It’s super blendable, which is always a great thing but the colour – an almost pale baby pink – is manipulated on the skin and takes on a pink gold sheen that could easily be used anywhere. And I do mean anywhere. Be it brow bones, cheekbones, cupid bows, the inner corner of your eye, the whole of your eyelid. The options are limitless. The other shades in the Shimmer Stick range were just as enticing, Confetti – a beautiful light blue purple sheen with navy sparkles was a second favourite of mine and the colours Rum and Ridiiic were just as smoky and fun as their names.

Rih Rih has done us proud with the tonal inclusivity of her range – not that we might have expected any less. The products are fun and exciting to use, as she asserted ahead of the launch “Makeup is there for you to have fun with. It should never feel like a pressure. It should never feel like a uniform. Feel free to take chances, and take risks, and dare to do something new or different.”

Feminist Flare

 

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T-Shirt – Pimkie

Trousers – Zara

Sliders – Fila

Eyewear – HM

I don’t often shop at Zara but they have done well by me on the last shopping excursion I had (R.I.P Overdraft). These pants are probably my favourite thing in the world at the moment, they give me so much life with the socket buttons at the bottom half that can be fastened to show a sexy bit of leg (and give you a bit of the breeze in warm climates) or kept shut to give a more demure kind of look. They remind me a bit of speed racer (and I just googled the cartoon to see if that made sense) with the colour scheme and I can totally see him rocking these if he were a bit more fashion orientated – I mean the red scarf is still a look and who know, maybe I’ll incorporate that staple into a look with these beauties at some point.

The shirt is a simple little statement that I rock to the core, after all – FUCK THE PATRIARCHY! is definitely one of my favourite phrases (and genuinely, fuck it to hell and beyond). There has been a rivulet of pro feminist protest T-shirts this year, with Marc Jacobs (amongst many other designers) including them within their brands and I have wanted one for quite a while now, so when I saw this simple little number at Pimkie, I thought, why not? I want one, it’s super cheap, let’s get one! So I got it. I think style is an incredibly personal expression of one’s self and I’m with the idea of having my clothes express my thoughts, what I stand for and believe in, as well as what I don’t.

Now I wasn’t partial to sliders for a very long, long time but a good friend of mine (S/O to Princess Fabia) swore by the comfort of hers and I gave it a go with the FILA sliders. I’ve got to admit that she was right, they are by far the most comfortable shoes I have ever had and they’re pretty cute too (and they match the colour scheme of the trousers!). I went pretty bare on the accessories with this one, my fashion shades from H&M were the only thing I had on. And they kind of paint the world in sunlight when they’re on your face – something I appreciated very much in London (Lisbon, not so much)

Overall, I’m just really excited to make the most of my cute ass pants. Look out for more on ModainLondres soon!

 

AFROPUNK 2K17

 

A few weeks ago I attended the Afropunk festival and I’ve never been to a music festival or anything comparatively festival like before so it was a new (and not at all daunting) experience. One I’m really glad to have had as there is much historical and cultural significance backing this festival that it doesn’t seem like a festival. It’s more of a celebration. Of African culture and its assimilation within the cities that they hold this event in. People rock up in garments that pays ode to their cultural lineage all whilst giving a nod to their own creative influences within contemporary culture. It’s pretty sick ass and I thought I’d just give a little historical summary on the festival, its foundings and the like in order to truly capture the soul of it.
The Afropunk festival was inspired by a documentary by James Spooner that explored the lives of black punk kids living within a predominantly white punk subculture. The documentary invoked the question of race and what it meant to be black within a predominantly white music world. Spooner’s documentary considered issues of loneliness, exile, inter-racial dating, and the double lives people of colour led within a predominantly white sub-cultured community.
A few years down the line, Afropunk – the festival, was born.
The festival, which started out as safe place for black punks to express themselves and love for the subculture through creation of a community has now extended its reaches from beyond the boundary of punk to include soul/neo-soul, as well as any form of art, culture and musical talent that is representative/represented by people of colour. It is a celebration of community, art, cultural lineage and love and care for your fellow human beings.
And although, London first put on the festival last year, the turn out for its second year was in no way insignificant or paltry. I met so many incredible people at this festival and there were so many looks servedddddd, some of which I was able to take pictures of (S/O to all of these beautiful people!)
Events are always built around the people that attend them and the creation of community at Afropunk is one of the core principles that it has excelled at. I have made friends, contacts and just had a great time in general. I  honestly can’t wait to attend next year, perhaps Paris will be the next city on my horizon.

 

 

Ripped Jeans and Real Friends

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Just a candid of me doing some gardening*

 Top – Zara

Bottoms – Zara

Heels – Pull&Bear

Choker – ASOS

I just want to start with appreciation for this outfit,

It was so fun and free to me,

It seemed like a bird sewed onto a patch of Muslin

Some sort of poppy half turned to a thoughtful period

A colon where a hyphen should be.

That’s what it felt like to me.

Can you tell I’m feeling just a bit carried away with the fairies at the moment?

I leave Lisbon today and as much as it saddens me to go, I’ve got sooo much I want to do/learn/create when I’m back that the thoughts of all that could be fills me with endless excitement. I am literally exasperated that I can’t start until I’m back home!

But more on what I wore. Both the top and jeans were finds in Zara that normally I would have walked past but my style is constantly in a state of metamorphosis and I feel like I needed these youthful emblem’s in my wardrobe. A stamp of credibility that I’m not stuck in a rut with my style and haven’t settled on a certain school of stylistic thought pattern etc etc.

I love the splashes of colour in this outfit and really although, I’m more of an extroverted introvert looking back at the accessory choices I made on that day, I’m a fan of the pink lace choker and the green hair (re-dyed that morning, just sayin’). The brilliant green of the plants behind me and the rose that I had in my hair. I didn’t want to desecrate the flower to stand in for an accessory and so, I created an illusion and didn’t pluck it. Take care of your gardens guys, you gotta show love for the earth that sustains our species (:

Got to go and get some last minute packing done now,

Until I’m back in London and have more to show y’all,

Take care and have a great weekend xxx

P.S I associated the print on the back of the shirt to Drake and so, in his words’F**k a Fake Friend where your Real Friends at?’

(I’m excited to see mine soon, ciao!)