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Before I boarded a flight to Spain, I gave myself a little challenge: use just one website to style my entire holiday wardrobe. No multi-tab madness, no brand-hopping chaos. Just one platform. Only The Chic Indian.
Spoiler: I nailed it. (And not just because I had insider Access.)
I wasn’t going for the Pinterest-perfect vacay aesthetic — I wanted clothes that felt right for where I was going and true to how I wanted to feel.
Think:
Basically, the opposite of fast fashion roulette.
Somewhere in Spain, sun-soaked and just right. I started the trip in the Here She Goes set — an ombré waistcoat paired with The Chic Indian’s signature Pondi Pants. Structured but soft, tailored but unbothered.
I carried the Forest Criss Cross Birkin — a playful take on the classic, with bold contrast straps that felt like a personality trait.
Between citrus spritzes and slow walks, I realised: this is what dressing for joy looks like.
For a gallery visit, I wore the Rust Hillary Shirt & Skirt Set — handwoven Ikat that moved with ease and felt like second skin.
No loud logos, just quiet detail and honest texture. I paired it with the Seiki Shiatsu Modular — a piece inspired by Kintsugi, all broken-beautiful lines and sculptural intent. Thoughtful clothes in thoughtful spaces.
I kept accessories simple, but smart. A few versatile pieces that slipped between looks — necklaces that doubled as bracelets, a soft sling that worked with linen and cotton alike.
Gold staples did most of the work, catching the light without asking for attention. Everything I packed had to match the mood — ease, not excess.
Though I couldn’t resist a few OTT moments: beaded earrings so intricate, they felt like wearable archives. A quiet nod to Indian beadwork — the kind Ibiza’s markets borrow, remix, and rarely credit.
I wore the Maeve Dress in pink — all lace and lightness, with sleeves that felt like a slow exhale.
The satin button detail, the delicate pearl finish — it reminded me of old postcards and pressed flowers. I paired it with the green Perola Bag, its sculpted shape adding just enough contrast to all that softness.
Some clothes are made for stillness.
The Eva Corset in olive held its own — sculpted, an artefact almost, just the right kind of sharp.
I paired it with black velvet pants and a ‘Scandinavian scarf’ (really, my dupatta or pant’s belt doing double duty).
The Black Cloud Bag brought in texture and symbolism — black-on-black embroidery, a glint of gold, and the quiet drama of a magnetic flap.
Every look I wore on this trip came from one place — The Chic Indian. Not just because it was easier (though it was), but because it felt right.
Because I knew exactly where every piece came from. Who designed it. Which hands touched it. What stories it carried.
Wearing Indian labels abroad has never felt like a marketing move to me — it’s a quiet kind of proclamation, and also a deep kind of pride. A refusal to flatten what we make into festival wear.
I wasn’t dressing to stand out. I was dressing to feel connected. I was dressed for where I was. To myself, to the platform I built, to the design language I believe deserves to be seen everywhere.
A truly India Born, Globally Chic edit.
Because when we launched The Chic Indian, it was never just about ‘shopping’. It was about giving people a reason — and a way — to choose differently. To go beyond the ‘bestsellers’ and seek out what resonates. To find joy in the details. To build a closet that’s personal, not performative.
And when you start dressing like that — consciously, confidently, and without the pressure to follow — something shifts. You move differently. You notice more. You need less. You don’t just wear clothes. You curate them.
“La vida es bella”, translates to life is beautiful. Well, as is the art of fashion.
Before I boarded a flight to Spain, I gave myself a little challenge: use just one website to style my entire holiday wardrobe. No multi-tab madness, no brand-hopping chaos. Just one platform. Only The Chic Indian.
Spoiler: I nailed it. (And not just because I had insider Access.)
I wasn’t going for the Pinterest-perfect vacay aesthetic — I wanted clothes that felt right for where I was going and true to how I wanted to feel.
Think:
Basically, the opposite of fast fashion roulette.
Somewhere in Spain, sun-soaked and just right. I started the trip in the Here She Goes set — an ombré waistcoat paired with The Chic Indian’s signature Pondi Pants. Structured but soft, tailored but unbothered.
I carried the Forest Criss Cross Birkin — a playful take on the classic, with bold contrast straps that felt like a personality trait.
Between citrus spritzes and slow walks, I realised: this is what dressing for joy looks like.
For a gallery visit, I wore the Rust Hillary Shirt & Skirt Set — handwoven Ikat that moved with ease and felt like second skin.
No loud logos, just quiet detail and honest texture. I paired it with the Seiki Shiatsu Modular — a piece inspired by Kintsugi, all broken-beautiful lines and sculptural intent. Thoughtful clothes in thoughtful spaces.
I kept accessories simple, but smart. A few versatile pieces that slipped between looks — necklaces that doubled as bracelets, a soft sling that worked with linen and cotton alike.
Gold staples did most of the work, catching the light without asking for attention. Everything I packed had to match the mood — ease, not excess.
Though I couldn’t resist a few OTT moments: beaded earrings so intricate, they felt like wearable archives. A quiet nod to Indian beadwork — the kind Ibiza’s markets borrow, remix, and rarely credit.
I wore the Maeve Dress in pink — all lace and lightness, with sleeves that felt like a slow exhale.
The satin button detail, the delicate pearl finish — it reminded me of old postcards and pressed flowers. I paired it with the green Perola Bag, its sculpted shape adding just enough contrast to all that softness.
Some clothes are made for stillness.
The Eva Corset in olive held its own — sculpted, an artefact almost, just the right kind of sharp.
I paired it with black velvet pants and a ‘Scandinavian scarf’ (really, my dupatta or pant’s belt doing double duty).
The Black Cloud Bag brought in texture and symbolism — black-on-black embroidery, a glint of gold, and the quiet drama of a magnetic flap.
Every look I wore on this trip came from one place — The Chic Indian. Not just because it was easier (though it was), but because it felt right.
Because I knew exactly where every piece came from. Who designed it. Which hands touched it. What stories it carried.
Wearing Indian labels abroad has never felt like a marketing move to me — it’s a quiet kind of proclamation, and also a deep kind of pride. A refusal to flatten what we make into festival wear.
I wasn’t dressing to stand out. I was dressing to feel connected. I was dressed for where I was. To myself, to the platform I built, to the design language I believe deserves to be seen everywhere.
A truly India Born, Globally Chic edit.
Because when we launched The Chic Indian, it was never just about ‘shopping’. It was about giving people a reason — and a way — to choose differently. To go beyond the ‘bestsellers’ and seek out what resonates. To find joy in the details. To build a closet that’s personal, not performative.
And when you start dressing like that — consciously, confidently, and without the pressure to follow — something shifts. You move differently. You notice more. You need less. You don’t just wear clothes. You curate them.
“La vida es bella”, translates to life is beautiful. Well, as is the art of fashion.
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