While denim is my standard go to look for every single thing–I think I’m going to write it into my funeral instructions that I go off to the electric crematorium in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers-I try to jazz it up a bit for times when I’m on display. This is a royal blue empire line top in chiffon with some diamante at the waist, of indeterminate origin bought off some store in Lokhandwala market, worn with a pearl and blue stone chain (which of course has gone awry given I can never keep all parts of self in coherent assemblage). The bag is a huge black Zara which fits in everything plus the kitchen sink, and some more. Sometimes I suspect if I fall into my handbag, I might just emerge into an alternate universe. Does that happen with you too?