Or did Ms Hurley really goof up big time?
Or maybe it was the case of the emperor’s new clothes?
To be fair, this is the way the saree was worn traditionally, in the ancient past. The blouse is a relatively recent construct in the wardrobe of the Indian woman. The blouse though, is back on its way to extinction. Attended any weddings recently? You dont need to. Just flip through the page 3 pictures of celebs in their ethnic regalia.
I’ve been watching with interest the change in the way the saree is being worn these days by womenfolk. For one, the sarees have enough bling to make wearing dark glasses compulsory eye protection at such dos. And secondly they are slinky and slim constructed, which means you slip them on like a skirt and zip them up, and fling the pallav casually over one shoulder. Flinging casually is of course, not a phrase one uses with a certain section of the image conscious, casual flings might be more appropriate. (Am I sounding terribly judgemental here? May I rot in hell.) Anyway, the pallav is then carefully arranged to have one boob (encased in the miniscule bra-choli, tube top, whatever), out there and in your face. “Hello,” it says. “Here I am. Look at me now.”
This can be rather disconcertening when an innocent male attempts to make casual conversation with a well endowed woman. Most of the conversation would be directed to an indeterminate area between the last rib and the collarbone.
I dont think it is too long before we would see someone taking inspiration from Hurley out here too, and going au naturel under her chiffon saree. I only pray to God it is someone with a damn good plastic surgeon.