Saturday night, I met the epic Bryanboy in New Delhi. I picked him up from his hotel and we went to Cibo at the Janpath Hotel for a party, and danced around for a fair bit.
He's used to getting mobbed, and remembering that, I never told anyone whom I'm bringing with me. Turns out, it was a good thing to do. You don't get a world famous blogger's attention all to yourself for a whole evening by shouting about your date from the rooftops.
I found him a witty conversationalist, a snappy repartee-ist, and totally down-to-earth. Not to mention a fab drinking partner. Marc Jacobs named a bag after him in 2008, and a very pretty bag it is, too (called the Marc Jacobs BB bag). Have a look: Marc Jacobs BB bag
His tour of India ended yesterday, and I can say I have made a friend in another magical part of the world, the Philippines (where I spent three amazing weeks eating Chicken Adobo and mangoes...about four years ago).
Here's a link to his Indian escapades, minus the one we had on Saturday night. That remains private, darlings. And precious few things in fashion do.
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