Searching for the stylish.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
His T-shirt is pink. His shorts are white. His hair are tied into two ponytails. Oh my God, his socks. One is pink. The other is green. There is no one dressed like him.
The Delhi Walla sees this extraordinary man one evening inside a Subway sandwich outlet in Khan Market. He seems as much at home in his unusual dress as the woman on the next table in her everywoman salwar suit. Unlike his neighbor, the man defies accepted wisdom—and not only in his choice of socks. His shoes, too, are of different colours— red and black.
Also, the shoelaces: pink and white.
Just as you start to shove the man’s aesthetics into a box by finding a method in his dissimilar colour co-ordinations, you discover that the colour scheme of the man’s baseball cap is remarkably similar to that of his shoulder bag.
What stuff is he made of?
Somebody else in such a costume might have come across as a poseur trying too hard to sell himself as a hipster/radical/artist/serial rebel. But this man seems as natural in his pink sock and green sock as a banker in a blue tie.
Isn’t he anxious about what will people say behind his back?
At least, the traditionally dressed woman on the next table is not looking very outraged. This could mean that the man has pulled it off so well that he has turned the abnormal into normal, almost.
The king of colours