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Smart-casual is the dress code that everyone accepts and nobody fully understands. It shows up on office calendars every Friday, on wedding reception invites, on travel itineraries and always with the same confident tone, never with any actual direction. And so most Indian men do what they've always done: pick...

You monsoon-proofed your phone. Got a cover for your bike seat. Probably own two or three umbrellas. But open your wardrobe, and there it is: the same pair of dark wash jeans, a stack of heavy cotton tees, and regular men's underwear you've been rotating since February. Most men treat...

Cargo pants for men were never meant to be timid. The silhouette has military roots, designed for soldiers who needed gear on their body, not in a bag. Somewhere along the way, that original DNA got diluted into fashion cargos built for malls and metro stations. 

Planning a trip is the easy part. You've researched the destination, confirmed the tickets, and mentally mapped three different outfits for when you get there. What you haven't planned is what you're wearing for the journey itself. The outfits for when you get there? Sorted. The outfit for getting there?...

You open the cupboard and reach for a tee. The neck has stretched into a soft oval, the colour that was once a clean black has turned into a faded charcoal, and the hem somehow sits one inch higher than it did four months ago. You've washed it the same...

Morning SPF is a total ghoster. It promises you the world at 9 and disappears by noon. The answer? - SPF 50 sunscreen, reapplied every two hours, on every exposed surface. That's the actual brief for adequate sun protection in India. Nobody does that. Most men apply it once in...

Picture the scene: it's 8 AM, you've got back-to-back meetings, a lunch run, and drinks after work. Your formal trousers? Already creased by 10, cutting into your waist by noon, and radiating heat like a greenhouse by evening. The stiff trouser made a lot of promises - authority, polish, professionalism...

WFH kind of swings between two extremes - pyjamas that make you feel a bit too relaxed, and jeans that just feel unnecessary. The sweet spot? Honestly, it’s been sweatpants all along.  

One day. No second chances. No pacing yourself across three nights - just one shot to be in it from the first drop to the last. Sunburn Summer Festival lands around the last couple weekends of May, when Bangalore is sitting at 34°C before the sun even peaks. Add 10,000...