Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show! Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!
SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 
Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 
For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show!

Stitching Jaipur up on a moving truck!

SO much fun! 7 hours of cruising through the city in style never got boring! Food and drink was being shared in all directions, ice lollies being thrown, strings of roses were placed over heads, jugs of pink rose juice was shared. 

Women looked at me in total bewilderment when observing my presence on a truck with the sewing machine. As the sun began to set two huge speakers bursted in song. I packed away the sewing machine and practised my best indian style dancing with the energy filled drum player. 

For thoses who don’t know, I am an avid Hulla-hooper so any chance to perform, I am all over it. The crowds loved the Light -up hulla show!

JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck… JAIPUR!
After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.
The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.
When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).
We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.
We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.
The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.
Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck…

JAIPUR!

After one month in Delhi, feeling a little more wiser, a little more stronger, a little more india-wise, I head to meet my two English friends in Jaipur.

The transition of living with an indian family to being a fully fledge tourist with a sewing machine took its toll. Many people trying to sell, sell, sell, it was difficult to trust their stories as you know its a money making motive.

When Rama, (Guru-Gee) greeted me on the side of a busy street, I knew instantly I could trust this man. He is an old fella with kind eyes and wispy white hair. Guru-Gee invited us to his temple for Chai which was just across the busy street (crossing the road is an art in India).

We ended up spending the day in the temple, taking part in evening prayer and ritual chillums. Guru Gee is also an artist, he paints traditional miniature paintings.

We then sped across Jaipur to a temple which over looked the city, Rama’s grandson had just been born so we were welcomed to the feast to celebrate and bless the child.

The feast went down a treat, I have been fasting with the Hindu’s for 8 days previous, the fast is 9 days long but considering I was in the company Hindu’s this seemed like a decent excuse to brake the fast.

Guru-gee invited us to return the next day to celebrate the end of the fast with him on a decorated truck…

The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here. The Runway Show!
All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 
1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!
Dreams really do come true here.

The Runway Show!

All systems go! I scurry around backstage, balancing my machine on chairs, tucked in corners, trying to keep out of the way but capture each process. I started in the Iron and steaming room, then to hair and Make-up, to the build of the stage. 

1500 pampers nappies were pulled apart to create the perfect, non-slip snow to decorate the stage. India has no limits, espesially when your Aneeth Arora with her magic creative mind!

Dreams really do come true here.

As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch. As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch. As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch. As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch. As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch. As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 
The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch.

As the show is in full swing, Aneeth kitted me out in Pero clothes and I sat and stitched on her stall for 5 days. The corner of wall behind me quickly became a installation of InStitchYou work. 

The stall was a hive of characters, from laid back fashion designers to camp american flamboyants to demanding women to international buyers. I tried to capture this in my stitch.

To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show.  To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 
Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.
As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show. 

To top a busy day of stitching the models early in the morning, to the tailors in the day, we headed to Pragati Maidan by 10pm to set up the stall ready for Indians Fashion Week show to start the following day. 

Unlike in England, the Indians sense of time could be a yoga guru considering how flexible it is. Considering the time I thought we must be the last to set up, but after arriving it was clear that many others stall holders had building to do too.

As everyone scurries around me, hanging clothes, tieing snow flakes, threading pompom’s the space was transformed into a cosy hive of pero beautifulness. I sit and stitch the building, the hanging, the rushing, the smiling and the yawning. This is not the first late night the team has dedicated to the preparation for the show. 

A little snip-it from a great day stitching up Jaipur!

8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion! 8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.
I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  
He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.
I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.
 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion!

8.40 am I arrive at the Park Hotel where ‘the fittings’ are taking place, the models meet the designers and a panel choses their outfits for the cat walk.

I was greeted by an exasperated fellow… know one was there yet and he had to do everything himself! we were 20 minutes early I thought.  

He explains how passionately he feels towards fashion and he likes his job because he gets to see all the latest collections first and up-close.

I wonder over to the elegantly laid coffee table to pick up a well received caffeine boost. Whilst debating whether or not I deserve a mini cake from the tiered plates, the modals arrive. They need no introduction, each 6ft plus with chiseled features they greet each other warmly.

 They all grab a coffee and much to my dismay, pile mini cakes on to their saucers like they were going out of fashion!

My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future… My first mass produced stitch…
With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.
The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .
Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.
The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.
Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future…

My first mass produced stitch…

With the the catwalk around the corner, Aneeth Arora asked me to stitch a design for the front cover of a flip book to be given on every seat at the show.

The flip book story is of a girl walking through blustery winds to a park bench by a lamp post. The imagery is by a talented young illustrator, .

Once I had created the design I liked for the coer, we traced it on to tracing paper, then the embroiderer stitched over the lines without any thread, creating holes in the paper. Then a solution is rubbed over the paper on to the canvas leaving a trace of the stitched lines.

The embroiderer could then reproduce my stitch 400 times, ready for the gift pack at the catwalk.

Its very strange to see your own art work copied and reproduced. I am glad I have seen this process as this may become useful in the future…

The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.
Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible. The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.
Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible. The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.
Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible. The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.
Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible. The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.
Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible.

The tailors working on the Autumn Winter collection, in the Pero workshop.

Like many of the winter Jackets, these two pieces are reversible.

Stitched pictures created in the workshop… Stitched pictures created in the workshop… Stitched pictures created in the workshop… Stitched pictures created in the workshop…

Stitched pictures created in the workshop…

After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 
Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.
My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.
This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.
A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 
A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.
http://pero.co.in/or Facebook: Pèro by Aneeth Arora

After a successful meeting with the well connected Caroline Young and the very talented Aneeth Arora a collaboration was born and I started my busy week immediately. 

Aneeth is a clothes designer, she makes wonderful handmade garments under the name pèro. Everything in her collections are hand made, from the weavers making the fabric, the dying of the fabrics, to the tailors and the hand embroiders. India’s Fashion Week was commencing in two days, so everyone was working fast to prepare for the show.

My job is to document the process of the making of the delightful pèro clothes, document the fashion Week, the catwalk and the backstage madness to create contemporary tapestries to display on Aneeth’s stand at the India Fashion Week.

This is my first days work created in the pèro workshop, observing the workers in stitch on to fabrics all from the pèro archive and using scraps of the Autumn Winter Collection as the workers are.

A distinctive feature on many of Aneeth’s clothes are the small embroidered knots which will hem your collar or sleeves. Once I had finished the stitch, I handed it to the nimble fingered gentleman and he completed the piece by embellishing the sides with small blue and white knots. 

A nice atmosphere to work in as the room was in a deep relaxing state of concentration, as we all stitched the day away.

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Stitching at Indians Fashion Week and made it to the Indian Express yesterday!!
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Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads. Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops. The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast. I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads.

Our adventure continued to find the next stitch spot. Me, Neeta, the driver and the Village lad (he is the same age as I) arrived some distance from the Taj however still visible above the tree tops.

The village was very poor with barley a roof on the walls, there was a water pump shared between houses and thin woven twine for beds. The men were curious with our being there whilst the women cooked their breakfast.

I stitched the Marble building in a sheer white with an embossed swirl fabric. The small community were going about their daily chores around us. My one line leads from the Grand Taj into the washing line, a chewing cow and a women and a man artfully balancing crops on their heads.

6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village.. 6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.
I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.
The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.
By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village..

6am Sunrise at the Taj Mahal.

My earliest stitch to date! To warm my brain up I decided I would use the first hour to stitch the Taj as quickly as I could.

I used a steal blue to try and mimic the somber morning. With the lingering mist and the rusty barbed wire this gave the Taj a forbidden dream-like quality. I sat by a small tent-dwelling community who were early risers, brushing there teeth as we arrived. There were several other worm catchers out with their cameras and tripods, however it was me the guards targeted there attention.

The guards here LOVE to make up rules, I am sure in hope for a hefty bribe which I can not give them. I was forced to pack-up after I finished my sunrise stitch. Not quite what I was hoping, as I intended to stitch for the best part of the day.

By this time, the young lads from the local villages had arrived with their Taj Mahal T-shirts and souvenirs, in the hope to make a buck or two from the visiting tourists. One boy said he knew a different place where I you could see the Taj Mahal, so we all jumped in the car and he directed us to his small village..