Fashion Observer Magazine Jan. 2013 | Page 93

W ith scenes from “Eat Pray Love” acting as my only point of reference for Indian culture, it’s safe to say that as the plane descended onto the runway, my expression (or lack thereof) can only be described as speechless. I was in New Delhi, India as the international brand ambassador for dress label Belluccio, the official designers for Miss World Australia. They had decided to act on their plans for world fashion domination and first we would take on the Indian market, but I soon learnt they had one other intention: To give me an incredible taste of the country, the culture and of course, the curry. “An-bah” and repeatedly ordered the crowd to “Rock your bodies!” was cause for multiple laughs, incredible photographs and hilarious memories. As a girl who loves to cook, trialling Indian cuisine was high on my to-do list. As Belluccio have their own property in the suburb of Nizamuddin, approximately 15 minutes from the hustle and bustle of the city, I was fortunate enough to eat truly authentic Indian food made by their chef, who was a mere 13 years old. I can safely say I consumed my weight in butter chicken and Naan bread and repaid the favour by teaching my Indian chef the concept of a salad. I was actually the first person to show him what a lettuce was. “It’s just like a green ball?” he said. Whilst still attempting to tackle the terrors of jet lag, official duties beaconed and work began. I was at Pragati Maidan for Tex Trends I had visited Humayun’s tomb in the heart 2012, a trade show to exhibit Indian textiles of Delhi, where a snake charmer played his and apparel. Belluccio flute and lured not one, was showcasing their but two cobra snakes out collection and garment of a basket. (Note: I have manufacturing to the a horrific, yes horrific, international market for phobia of snakes. So the first time and dressed this activity resulted in red carpet ready in a a screaming, sprinting Belluccio gown, I attended westerner, much to the events, worked with the amusement of the locals.) media and walked my first I had been instructed international catwalk to though, that I was not promote the brand. permitted to leave India But as soon as work without seeing the Taj was over, the fun really Mahal and I was more began. A meeting than happy to oblige. with an esteemed Indian astrologer, who The Taj Mahal is found in the city of Agra, also happened to own the infamous F Bar approximately four hours from Delhi by car. franchise in India, led to Taking an incredible 20 years to build, the my first taste of the nightlife. The music white marble mausoleum was an absolutely was loud, the drinks flowed freely and whilst breathtaking sight and certainly des erves the dancing style was... a little different, its award as one of the seven wonders of fine tuning my DJing abilities with the the world. house DJ who pronounced my name “India was an incredible experience, but having only seen one city, another visit is definitely necessary and I cannot wait to go back!”