Memory is an internal rumor.
And rumor is that Irani Cafes served opium laced Chai to one and all.
This collection is an ode to those memories and rumors.
Laced with nostalgia, served in Victorian bone China, with a dollop of Maska.
Wafting on opium induced lucid fantasia
On hot air balloons, biplanes and shrewsbury sugar bugs
Chasing roosters and ducking cuckoo birds
We wind back the clock into the future
Into old world timelessness
Of tin boxes, tiles and trellises'
Celebrating the charm of Irani Cafes of Bombay
But set in a Nida Mahmood world.