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Sridevi Vijaykumar: Turquoise Dream in Samyakk Organza

Introduction

In the realm of haute couture, certain creations possess the uncanny ability to transcend mere fashion, evolving into exquisite works of art that capture the essence of beauty, grace, and sophistication. Recently, the spotlight shone brightly on the resplendent @SrideviVijaykumar as she graced the scene adorned in the enchanting Turquoise Blue Sequins Embroidered Organza Saree crafted by the esteemed artisans at Samyakk.com. Let's embark on a journey to unravel the m yriad intricacies that rendered this ensemble nothing short of sublime, and why Sridevi Vijaykumar emerged as the epitome of elegance and poise.

Organza: The Epitome of Sheer Elegance:

At the heart of Sridevi Vijaykumar’s mesmerizing ensemble lies the timeless allure of organza — a fabric renowned for its delicate translucence and ethereal drape. Woven from fine silk yarns, organza embodies a sense of understated luxury, its sheer texture lending a subtle yet enchanting quality to any garment it graces. As Sridevi Vijaykumar donned the Turquoise Blue Organza Saree, she effortlessly epitomized the essence of sheer elegance, exuding a timeless beauty that is both captivating and unforgettable.

A Symphony of Color:

Sridevi Vijaykumar looks absolutely enchanting draped in her Turquoise Blue organza saree, showcasing a quintessential Sridevi saree look. The serene hue reminiscent of azure skies and tranquil waters exudes calm sophistication, perfectly complementing her elegance. This choice not only accentuates her beauty but also reflects her refined taste and timeless style. With her impeccable saree ensemble, Sridevi epitomizes grace and sets a high standard for discerning fashion connoisseurs, creating an iconic Sridevi saree moment.

Masterful Artistry in Embellishments:

In the realm of elegance, the Sridevi Vijaykumar saree stands out with its turquoise grandeur. The unparalleled craftsmanship manifested in its intricate embellishments. Delicately woven Sequins, Cutdana, and Zardosi work adorn the fabric, bestowing upon it an ethereal quality that is simply mesmerizing. Each meticulously placed embellishment serves as a testament to the artisan’s skill and dedication, resulting in a symphony of textures and patterns that dance in harmony with every movement, creating an enchanting visual spectacle.

Exquisite Border and Pallu Embellishments:

The border and pallu of the saree stand as veritable masterpieces in their own right, showcasing a symphony of craftsmanship that is both opulent and refined. Embellished with Pearl, Cutdana, Zardosi, Resham, and Sequins work, the gold-colored border exudes an aura of regal splendor, adding a touch of grandeur to the ensemble. This ornate detailing not only enhances the visual appeal of the saree but also elevates it to a realm of unparalleled sophistication and luxury.

The Velvet Blouse: A Study in Elegance:

Complementing the resplendent saree is a Velvet Blouse in the same captivating Turquoise Blue hue. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, the blouse features intricate Cutdana, Zardosi, Resham, and Sequins work that mirrors the embellishments found on the saree. The luxurious velvet fabric adds a sumptuous texture to the ensemble, creating a seamless fusion of elegance and opulence that is truly captivating.

Elegance Personified:

Sridevi Vijaykumar’s appearance in this stunning ensemble left an indelible impression, showcasing the quintessential Sridevi looks in a saree. Each graceful gesture breathed life into the fabric, weaving an enchanting narrative of elegance and sophistication. With her innate charm and impeccable style, Sridevi Vijaykumar elevated the saree to new heights, underscoring the essence of true beauty — wherein one’s demeanor and grace transcend mere attire. In this defining moment, she epitomized timeless elegance, redefining conventional notions and leaving a lasting legacy in the realm of fashion.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

What makes the Turquoise Blue Sequins Embroidered Organza Saree from Samyakk unique? A: This saree stands out for its impeccable craftsmanship, captivating color palette, and timeless allure. It epitomizes the brand’s commitment to excellence and serves as a testament to the enduring power of sartorial artistry.

What fabric is used in the creation of the saree? A:The saree is crafted from organza, a delicate fabric woven from fine silk yarns. Known for its sheer translucence and ethereal drape, organza lends a sense of understated luxury to the ensemble.

Can you describe the embellishments on the saree? A: The saree features intricately woven Sequins, Cutdana, and Zardosi work, which bestow upon it an ethereal quality that is simply mesmerizing. Additionally, the border and pallu are adorned with Pearl, Cutdana, Zardosi, Resham, and Sequins work, adding a touch of opulence to the ensemble.

How does Sridevi Vijaykumar’s choice of the saree reflect her style? A: Sridevi Vijaykumar’s choice epitomizes elegance and grace, showcasing a quintessential Sridevi saree look. With her innate charm and impeccable style, she elevates the saree to new heights, underscoring the essence of true beauty.

Does Samyakk offer other varieties of sarees? A: Yes, Samyakk has a wide variety of sarees in enticing hues, embroidery, and fabrics. From traditional Kanchipuram silk sarees to modern organza designer sarees and intricately embroidered pieces, their collection caters to every taste and occasion.

Does Samyakk offer international shipping? A: Yes, Samyakk provides international shipping services to customers worldwide. Whether you’re located in North America, Europe, Asia, Australia, or any other part of the globe, you can enjoy the convenience of having your desired saree or other garments delivered to your doorstep. Samyakk ensures a seamless shipping process, allowing customers from around the world to access their exquisite collection of sarees and other ethnic wear.

Conclusion: A Timeless Masterpiece:

In the rich tapestry of fashion, Samyakk.com shines as a bastion of diversity, offering a plethora of sarees in enticing hues, exquisite embroidery, and luxurious fabrics. From the traditional opulence of Kanchipuram silk sarees to the regal charm of Banarasi sarees, Samyakk’s collection spans the spectrum of timeless elegance. Moreover, their modern offerings, including organza designer sarees and intricately embroidery sarees, redefine contemporary fashion with flair. Sridevi Vijaykumar’s choice of the Turquoise Blue Sequins Embroidered Organza Saree from Samyakk epitomizes the brand’s commitment to excellence. With its impeccable craftsmanship, captivating color palette, and enduring allure, this ensemble stands as a testament to the enduring power of sartorial artistry. As Sridevi Vijaykumar graced the scene in this resplendent saree, she not only epitomized elegance and grace but also left an indelible mark on the annals of fashion history, serving as an eternal source of inspiration for generations to come.

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Trending Collection of Silk and Chiffon Saree

Discover elegance redefined with our trending collection of silk and chiffon sarees. Immerse yourself in luxury, grace, and timeless beauty. Explore couture that speaks sophistication.

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Ready-made suits for women have become increasingly popular among women due to their convenience and diverse range of styles. However, finding the ideal ready-made salwar suit that complements your personal style and fits you perfectly can be a daunting task. In this blog post, we will provide you with valuable tips to help you navigate through the options and discover the perfect ready-made salwar suit that matches your preferences.

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LOVERS' OATH BY CHEN YU-PENG – diluc ragnvindr (genshin) x afab!f!reader, nsfw / 18+

genre – smut word count – ~2,400 warnings – unprotected sex, fingering, thigh riding, riding, pussy job, creampies, multiple orgasms, husband/wife kink, praise kink, biting, squirting, lingerie, allusions to marathon sex synopsis – your wedding with diluc was a small, intimate event, just between the two of you, the officiant, close friends, and a few notable business partners. and you're glad, because you have more than enough energy to make the most out of your first night together as a married couple.

It’s funny how your roles are reversed. You’re the more forward one compared to Diluc, but as you’re stepping out of the shower and drying yourself, you keep fumbling and dropping your towel. It takes you thrice as long to put on your robe, and it’s almost impossible for your trembling fingers to tie the silk belt into a presentable bow. Diluc, on the other hand, is sitting on the edge of the bed as he awaits you, eyes closed, palms clasped together over his knees. For once, he feels more collected and prepared. Largely due to your allure, he tends to lose his mind whenever he’s in bed with you, but this time, his determination’s only growing with every passing second, and he intends to see his goal through.

Before you step out of the bathroom, you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weak attempt to shake out some of your jitters. Of course, you delight in your excitement as well. It’s riveting to spend a planned, dedicated, uninterrupted night with your lover, and even more so, when he’s also now your husband. It’s just another title, only one amongst his already large collection of nicknames you’ve given him, but to you, it’s a new label that brings a sense of finality, that he’s to be yours, and you’re to be his, for the rest of your lives, fates forever intertwined.

At the thought, you push yourself out of the bathroom. With a soft smile, Diluc stands and meets you halfway, reaching out to grasp your forearms when they’re within reach. He ends up pulling you in so that you’re pressed against him, and you sigh and sink into his touch so you can envelope yourself with his warmth and scent.

“How was your bath, Mrs. Ragnvindr?” His voice’s only slightly louder than a grumble, and you shiver as you feel his breath against the shell of your ear.

“Very pleasant, Mr. Ragnvindr.” You ghost your lips over the underside of his jaw, leaving a soft kiss when you reach the point of his chin. You feel his arms tense at your motions, fingers curling into the fabric of your robe, before he pulls away, one hand still holding yours, to lead you to bed.

“I’m glad we kept the celebrations to a minimum,” you whisper, though you’re not sure why. It’s only the two of you in the entirety of the mansion right now, yet perhaps it’s because you have faith that Diluc already knows your thoughts and sentiments without you needing to articulate them.

As you thought, Diluc hums in agreement while he helps you sit on his lap, hands falling to rest at the curve of your hips. This position’s dangerous, you think. The robe, made of silk, lace, and traces of chiffon, is thin, and with Diluc wearing his own of the same materials, there’s very little separating your bare bodies. You run the tips of your fingertips up his chest before curling them around the back of his neck. With a gentle tug, you guide his head to tilt upwards, before you slot your lips together.

The kiss is both incredibly soft and positively searing. Diluc’s arms have moved up to wrap around themselves around your back, embracing you so tightly that you’re pressed against each other, chest to chest. It’s a dance that you both know by heart – after all, it’s something you choreographed together. When you part your lips, he surges forward, teasing you with quick licks to the roof of your mouth. When he breaks for air, you suckle on his bottom lip with full intent on leaving bruises in your wake. It goes back and forth, giving more when the other cannot, begging for more when the other’s about to pull away, forgoing the need to breathe because that’s a lesser need when also given the option to taste and kiss and never part from each other.

Your fingers are wrapped in his hair, the strands tugging thickly around your joints, as if his body is tethering you to him in as many ways as it can. Your other hand caresses his cheek, and you notice his skin’s burning, heat traveling through where his skin converges with your fingertips and melds you to him. It’s a little embarrassing, but the thought of Diluc’s blush prompts you to notice the heat pooling in your lower stomach and between your thighs, and you can’t help but let your hips jolt forward, rubbing yourself against smooth silk and toned thigh.

You pitch a moan into Diluc’s mouth, and he swallows it with another lap and dive of his tongue. He shifts you around so that you’re sitting on the peak of one of his thighs, and he grasps at your waist to help guide you as you begin to roll your body back and forth. You  open your eyes for a split second, to find that your lover’s already looking at you, possibly having done so this whole time. You whine, and the corners of his eyes crease, faint traces of joyful crow’s feet evident. In the back of your head, a longing to grow old with him appears, and you hold onto him even tighter in response.

With every rock of your body forward, your front meets Diluc’s hard cock. Your hole leaks simply at the sight of it, and you can’t help but whine whenever his shaft skims your skin. It’s tantalizing, the way that one moment you two are completely up against each other with no room for even air and then, suddenly, the next moment, you’re separating but the brief coolness of the separation only further entices the both of you.

Over time, Diluc helps you go faster and faster. Your whines gradually transform into desperate cries, which he all dutifully devours and savors, and always at the right moment, he pushes you down onto his leg more forcefully to apply delicious pressure against your clit. At this point, with all of the movement, it’s difficult to continue making out, so whenever you’re rolling back, you give Diluc a perfect view of your body’s needy shaking and swiveling.

Diluc’s not one to be very vocal in bed, but even he can’t stop the praises that spill out of his mouth when he sees you in such a state, losing yourself and all your bearings. In between pants and huffs, he groans, “So, so beautiful, my love. So good, so soft. Yeah, that’s right, keep going, you’re incredible.”

Throwing your head back, you give Diluc full reign over your body, and he takes over generously. He glides you over the absolute wet mess you’ve made on his thigh, angling you so that the stimulation against your clit is never-ending. From the corner of your eye, you admire the way his arms, thick with muscle, decorated in proud battle scars, flex and bulge, and you’ve never felt so content with giving yourself entirely to another person. The knot in your stomach builds so smoothly, and finally, when you’re about to reach your high, Diluc times it perfectly so that you release when you’re chest to chest, lip to lip, cock to stomach with him again.

Your body quakes so dramatically that it even surprises you. Hands flying to his shoulders, your eyes roll back as Diluc works you through your climax, tongue lolling against yours, fingernails digging deeply into your sides, thigh flexing against your orgasming core. You can’t even make a noise because you feel so up high, mind uncomprehending and unable to express even a noise to demonstrate your pleasure.

It’s only when Diluc releases you that, by sheer instinct, you take a deep gulp of air, and come back to.

Then, you make eye contact with each other. You only have time to utter a single “You’re the who’s incredible,” before the two of you collide back together.

You tap at Diluc’s chest, a sign for him to lie down, and he brings you with him. In this position, his cock’s nestled between your legs, rubbing against your still throbbing core. You break away, fast enough so that Diluc can’t pull you back in – and he grunts at that –, and sit up straight. With your hands placed on his chest, also chiseled and toned and covered with small red hairs, you resume rolling your hips, making extra effort to ensure that the head of his cock always catches against your folds and gaping hole. Every time his tip hits, Diluc sucks in a breath with narrowed eyes, doing all he can to smother his need to just put him inside of you.

You look down and admire the mixture of your essences. The shine of your wetness, combined with the glossy white of his pre-cum, are smeared everywhere, and you don’t think you’ve ever been this aroused before. However, your admiration causes your focus to shift, and in that split second, due to your carelessness, Diluc’s cock enters inside of you.

It’s completely unexpected. As if Pandora’s Box has been opened, you sink down onto his thick cock, and with every inch you take of him, you feel breaths being punched out of your body. You aren’t stretched out, so it’s hard to take all of his cock in. Noticing the slight crease in your brow, Diluc lifts you off, before filling you back up with two of his fingers. You sigh out of relief, but you quickly find yourself breaking down into a moaning mess only moments later as Diluc works you open with his fingers, an expert in identifying and curling into your favorite spots. Just within a few minutes, Diluc can fit two more fingers into you, and continues prodding all four inside of you until you’re a drooling, cumming mess. He watches in awe as your hole clenches tightly around him, release trickling down to his wrists.

“My love,” he mumbles, reverence and adoration overflowing in his tone. He takes a moment to simply admire your face, tears escaping down your face, nose sniffling, mouth parted and releasing shallow breaths. He then catches the look in your eyes, and although it’s clear you’re a little winded from having climaxed twice already, there’s also an obvious burning desire for more.

After all, you haven’t gotten to the best part yet.

You return to your original position, but this time, you’re not just rubbing yourself against him. Taking his heavy, leaking cock, you tap the head against your clit a few times before taking the entire thing into your hole. This time, he goes in much more smoothly, and you both, quite delirious at this point, moan at the heat and intimacy. You grind and bounce, and the room soon fills with dirty, dirty sounds of your wet skin smacking against his, your ass smacking against his balls, your hole taking in more and more of his dick.

As much as Diluc loves it whenever you take charge and pleasure him, though, he’s still at least sound enough in mind to remember his objective. Even though this marriage is for the both of you, you were the one who made it all happen. You were the one who proposed to him, planned the wedding, entertained the guests, so that he could continue his duties without interruption. It’s only natural, then, that it’s his turn now to show you how grateful he is, to prove to you that’s he more dedicated and committed to you than you can ever imagine.

As your rhythm shakes, partially because your thighs are growing a little weary, mostly because your mind’s too clouded with pleasure to properly coordinate, Diluc seizes the opportunity to grab you by the waist. You almost scream at the sensation of Diluc’s hips thrusting up into you, as his hands force you down with all their might. A yelping mess, you collapse on top of him, and let him reach deeper and deeper inside of you. And it feels so much better, hotter, than before because, for the first time, he’s not using a condom, and suddenly, you’re starting to babble total nonsense.

“Come in me! Diluc! I-I n-need your cum, please! Inside! Ah!”

Diluc’s mind completely blanks. Thus, with no capacity to withhold himself, he bites down onto your shoulder and cums. With his release filling you up, pumping you full with long, sticky ropes, you quickly follow, reaching your third high of the night.

However, unlike the previous times when Diluc gave you brief moments to catch your breath, you find yourself being repositioned so that your back’s against the bed, with your lover hovering over you.

“Again,” he grits, as he nudges your legs apart with his knees. Within seconds, he’s sinking back into you, and your mouth opens to release a noiseless scream. At the unbelievably lewd expression on your face, Diluc growls, the sound so unfettered and wild, carnal in his hopeless and uncontainable desire for your heat and tightness.

He rests his forehead on yours as he begins to thrust.

“Who am I?” he grunts, between heavy breaths.

You don’t understand at first, so entranced at the feeling of being so full. “Huh?” you weakly offer.

“Who am I?” he repeats. This time, he punctuates each word of his question with a blunt shove of his cock inside of you.

“M-my husband!” you cry.

“Good,” he rasps, “and you’re my wife. My wife. Mine for the rest of my life.”

You realize, then, that you never even thought about your new title as Diluc’s wife. Many have already been referring to you as Mrs. Ragnvindr, but for Diluc to call you his own wife? 

Clinging onto his back and shoulders, you moan and cry and scream with every one of Diluc’s movements. “Yes, I’m y-your wife! O-oh! I love you s-so much, Diluc!”

Both of you think you’re seeing the heavens. Diluc can barely mumble his “I love you more” in response, before, with a few frantic pumps of his cock, you both cum together.

It doesn’t end there. After all, it’s your wedding night. Diluc continues to take you over and over again until early in the morning, and you more than oblige, receiving his love with open arms and unconditional trust, while trying to give tenfold of it to him in return.

He’s yours, and you’re his, for the rest of your lives, fates forever intertwined.

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Dress

c. 1913

Silk embroidered with silk, beads and pastes; trimmed with chiffon

Label ‘Liberty & Co London & Paris’

The John Bright Collection

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pendulum

an azriel x reader thought dump that may or may not become a series but is really just me needing to unload a bunch of thoughts and feelings that i have

ok enjoy <3

the late afternoon light cascaded through the chiffon curtains that billowed gently against the large windows.

your rooms at the house of wind had become a sanctuary - your safe place, secluded from the hustle and bustle of the main two floors below you.

you'd spent months curating your chambers, collecting pretty trinkets and beautiful art that were all now dutifully placed around the room. you'd made sure that each item had elicited emotions from deep within your chest each time your eyes happened to fall upon them - sadness, joy, longing, adoration - you'd been infatuated with simply allowing yourself to feel.

you'd acquired bookshelves lined with novels including the widest range of genres you could get your hands on. you loved to learn - aspired to fill your mind with as much knowledge as possible. your eyes snagged onto the spine of one of your favorite classics - a romance, of course. you were always drawn to romance. your heart was consistently perched right on your sleeve, dreaming of the day that a lover may pluck the beating organ right into their own hands - cradling it and worrying over it as if it were their own.

you sighed at the thought, gently sprawling your current read across your chest. layers of cloud-like bedding encompassed your frame - you were already curled into your mattress for the evening, body adorned in a silk pajama set comprised of a camisole and shorts. the smooth fabric boasted dainty embroidered roses - it was your favorite ensemble to wear to bed, airy and light.

you peered around your space, the fire lit in the hearth providing the coziest blanket of warmth. the bursting sunset allowed pools of golden, pink light to pool across your hardwood floor. you felt, just for a moment, like you were solely existing in a dream.

and, like in most of the dreams that nestled their way into your mind's eye while you were asleep, azriel's face made an appearance right at the forefront of your thoughts - uninvited, but never unwelcome.

your eyes fluttered shut as you allowed every part of you to succumb to every bit of him.

you adored being a romantic to your core, and often found a lovesick, drowsy feeling always trailing right behind any thought of the shadowsinger that resided right down the hall.

you'd pined for him, which came as no surprise to you at all. he was so kind, so gentle with you. and you longed to give every ounce of love that you'd been collecting, saving, nurturing, growing for the right moment - the right lover - over to him.

you knew he deserved it. and deep down, you knew he'd been longing to be loved just as much as you'd longed to love.

you curled your legs in tighter to yourself, opening your eyes to cast them to the tall ceiling above your head, but only momentarily.

you never allowed yourself to give into these lovelorn feelings for too long, lest you actually make yourself feel ill. your body would begin to itch with the urge to bound northward through the halls, until your bare feet found themselves right at the threshold of azriel's wooden door.

and then what?

then things - feelings - would become too real, and azriel struck you as the kind of male likely to bolt as opposed to stare down the barrel of that gun.

so, you clutched onto the book that was still spread across your chest, stretched your bare legs out before you, and continued to read. about love, and happy endings, and a male that loved the main character just as much as she loved him. if only.

azriel, on the other hand, decided that he loved you about fifteen minutes later. and by decided, it moreso felt like he had been hit in the chest by one of cassian's training shields at full-speed.

his shadows had been skittering about his large frame, following him up, up, up the stairs, and down the hallway towards his rooms.

he was lost in thought, momentarily attempting to work out the details of a mission he was set to embark on later in the week, and also contemplating if he should ask the house for a plate of chocolate cake to indulge in before sharpening truth teller.

he watched as a tendril of shadow darted ahead to unlock his door, and all it took was one absentminded craning of his neck to the left to stop him dead in his tracks, literally - his heavy boots almost making an audible screeching sound at the abruptness of it all.

the door to your rooms was ajar, just slightly. he wasn't even sure if you were aware of it.

but right in his line of sight, was you. laying atop soft bedding, bare legs in silk shorts, long hair undone and cascading around your shoulders like a halo. the evening glow through your windows mixed with the flames from the hearth and surrounded you in a haze that made you look like an angel - like you were a figment of his imagination that had conjured itself when he was in need of it the most.

you were so peaceful, reading a book with a dreamy-looking expression painted across your features. he couldn't have asked the most skilled artist in prythian to create a more beautiful piece of art.

now, of course azriel knew you. he'd conversed with you plenty of times. you were often around the rest of his family, present at most meals and gatherings. and he'd always thought you were beautiful - achingly so, at times.

however, he'd forced himself to place a mental barrier where you were concerned. you were too precious, too kind, too bright. so bright, in fact, that he'd always made sure to hide his shadows away from you.

but seeing you this way, right now - he felt those mental walls crumbling under the weight of your exquisite existence.

should he knock?

should he inquire about what you were reading?

should he honestly just skip all of that, and instead rip his heart from the confines of his chest and offer it over to you on the spot?

no, surely not. his shadows were lazily orbiting around him now, and his wings had relaxed to the point of lightly trailing along the stone floor. he was mesmerized, and you hadn't even noticed - hadn't even seen him.

which, he thought, was probably how it was always going to be.

his hand twitched, his fist clenched, and his shoulders drooped - all for only a moment. and then he continued forward, dejected and craving isolation.

back to the shadows, where he belonged. not worthy of your warm, bright light.

a/n: sad girl + sad hours = sad writing

lmk what u think PLS, this one feels a little pointless but i wanted to share it anyway <3

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My Collection of Beauty Standard Inspo 💗

#PrettyHeiressDiaries

video vixens ❤︎︎

video vixens are the quintessential sexy girl that you either wanted to be or wanted to get. they’re almost always hyper girly and there’s a natural beauty to them that’s less prominent as of late. they ooze effortless sex appeal. not to mention the mystery they held. i mean they literally were just there to look good, be pursued, and look good some more. they weren’t talking, let alone telling their business.

thin brows

frosty lip gloss

jet black or honey blonde long hair

millennium/logomania designer pieces

very blingy detailz

revealing cuts + sexy silhouettes

vintage glam black women ❤︎︎

appearing effortlessly beautiful while giving high maintenance class. these women are EXPEN$IVE! striking personalities and body language that commanded respect and attracted the best treatments only. a very overt glamorous brand of femininity.

voluminous hair and curls

opulent accessories

fur coats + shawls

metallic, shimmery eyes

pendant jewelry

ultrafeminine bougie women ❤︎︎

women like kimora lee simmons, mariah carey, and nicki minaj (and fictional characters like hilary banks, dionne davenport and toni childs) all carry themselves with a super girly aura. they don’t mind the “diva” or “gold digger” label; embrace it even. they love pink and being the most sparkly in the room and are often very successful and headstrong!

pink, pink, pink

tweed, tartan, + plaid

natural glam makeup

silk presses and sew ins

blouses + skirts

crop tops, tube tops, + turtlenecks

iconic early 90s supermodels ❤︎︎

the golden age of fashion. these women walked in the most influential fashion shows for me; chanel ss95, chanel fw92, azzedine alaia fw91, versace 92, lanvin a/w 91. the epitome of untouchable glamour. the circle of the most beautiful, most hardworking women ever.

silk, tulle, chiffon

statement pieces

designer purses

houndstooth and cheetah prints

form-fitting silhouettes

an amazing strut

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Unveiling Elegance: Embracing the Surge of Designer Pure Saree Trends for Women

Introduction:

For numerous women, possessing a designer saree signifies the pinnacle of ethnic fashion, offering a distinctive way to stand out. The allure of a designer saree collection lies in its versatility, spanning from intricate traditional pieces to chic, ultra-modern designs. Catering to diverse age groups and fashion tastes, these unique, stylish Sarees are not only cherished by Indian women but also sought after by global clientele. India remains the unrivaled hub for authentic and trendsetting Pure Designer Sarees, captivating the imagination of artists and designers worldwide.

What are we going to learn from this blog?

In Indian culture, adorning oneself in a saree is deeply imbued with reverence for elders and cherished family values. Embracing the saree is embraced as a practice that bestows dignity and poise upon a woman’s demeanor. Furthermore, it symbolizes modesty and femininity, fostering a sense of confidence and empowerment within women.

The signature Indian dress comes in a variety of options in different colors. And patterns and one of the most stunning looking is Latest designer Sarees. These exquisite pieces are crafted by top fashion designers and houses according to the latest trends.

Why does this saree so much popular now a days?

For every Indian woman, owning a designer saree Silk is a cherished dream. The sheer elegance of a Stylish designer saree ensures that one truly shines amidst the crowd. What’s truly remarkable about a designer saree collection is its vast diversity, offering a plethora of options ranging from embellished to sophisticated, traditional to contemporary. Rest assured, there’s a designer saree to match every unique style.

“Indian designers continuously experiment with international designs and tastes, yet India remains at the forefront for authentic and trendy designer Sarees. These iconic garments not only elevate one’s style but also showcase the rich cultural heritage of India.”

“Let’s dive into the diverse range of Designer Sarees available at Samyakk!”

Are you ready to immerse yourself in the world of designer Sarees? At Samyakk.com, we pride ourselves on offering a wide range of exquisite Sarees crafted to perfection. From pure designer embroidery Sarees to organza designer Sarees, tissue organza Sarees, pure Tussar embroidery Sarees, and an array of designer printed Sarees including georgette, crepe, Tussar, silk, Mysore silk, and drape Sarees, we have something to suit every taste and occasion.

Next up, we have the organza designer Sarees. Known for their lightweight and sheer texture, organza sarees are perfect for special occasions. Our range of Pure organza Sarees features exquisite designs and vibrant colors that add a touch of glamour to your ensemble.

If you’re looking for something truly regal, then our tissue organza Sarees are the perfect choice for you. Made from high-quality tissue fabric, these Sarees have a subtle sheen that gives them a luxurious appeal. With delicate embroidery work and intricate detailing, they are sure to make you feel like royalty.

For those who appreciate the beauty of handcrafted Sarees, our pure Tussar embroidery Sarees are a must-have. Made from the finest quality Tussar silk, these Sarees feature intricate embroidery work that reflects the rich heritage of Indian craftsmanship. Each saree is a work of art, meticulously crafted to perfection.

Last but not least, we have our drape Sarees. These Sarees are perfect for those who love the convenience of pre-stitched Sarees. With their effortless drape and flattering silhouette, Designer drape Sarees are a popular choice among modern women. Whether you’re a busy professional or a busy mom, our drape Sarees are sure to make dressing up a breeze.

What to look for while buying Indian Designer Sarees??

When Buying Indian Designer Sarees, several crucial factors demand attention to ensure a satisfying choice. Firstly, scrutinize the fabric meticulously. Fabrics like silk, chiffon, georgette, and organza offer luxurious draping and elegance, each boasting distinct textures and characteristics.

Color, design, and occasion should also heavily influence your decision. Opt for hues and patterns that complement your skin tone, body shape, and personal style. Consider the event at hand, selecting heavy silk Sarees with intricate embellishments for weddings and festive occasions, while reserving lightweight options with minimal detailing or printed designs for casual gatherings.

Lastly, establish a budget and adhere to it, prioritizing quality and craftsmanship over price. Remember, a well-chosen designer saree is an investment in timeless elegance and cultural heritage, capable of enhancing your beauty and confidence for years to come.

Distinguishing Between Fancy Sarees and Pure Sarees

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

What sets designer Sarees apart from regular Sarees? A: Designer Sarees are meticulously crafted by skilled artisans and fashion designers, featuring unique designs, intricate embellishments, and superior quality fabrics. They often incorporate the latest trends and innovative techniques, making them stand out in terms of style and craftsmanship compared to regular Sarees.

How can I ensure the authenticity of a designer saree? A: Authentic designer Sarees usually come with branded tags, labels, or certificates of authenticity. They also feature high-quality materials, impeccable stitching, and finely executed embellishments. Purchasing from reputable stores or directly from designer boutiques can further ensure authenticity.

Are designer Sarees suitable for all body types? A: Yes, designer Sarees are available in various styles and cuts to suit different body types. Whether you’re petite, curvy, or have a straight body shape, there are designer Sarees tailored to enhance your silhouette and accentuate your best features.

What occasions are appropriate for wearing designer Sarees? A: Designer Sarees are versatile and can be worn for a wide range of occasions, including weddings, receptions, parties, festivals, and formal gatherings. The level of embellishment and fabric choice may vary based on the event’s formality and ambiance.

How should I care for and store my designer Sarees to maintain their quality? A: To preserve the beauty and longevity of your designer Sarees, it’s essential to follow proper care instructions. This may include dry cleaning or gentle hand washing, avoiding direct sunlight exposure, and storing the Sarees in a cool, dry place. Additionally, folding them neatly or hanging them on padded hangers can help prevent wrinkles and creases.

Conclusion

The wide variety of designer Sarees available at Samyakk caters to every taste and occasion. Whether you prefer traditional embroidery work or contemporary prints, we have something for everyone. So why wait? Explore our collection today at our website www.samyakk.com and visit are store at Bangalore City. Add a touch of elegance to your wardrobe with our Elegant Sarees.

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From the 1922-23 Winter collection of French designers Callot Soeurs, this remarkable piece of clothing, which I can only guess was meant as a tea dress (which was a cut above lingerie and meant to be worn either alone while resting or as a hostess gown when entertaining lady visitors) is of silk chiffon over a lining of off-white satin, with gold metallic trim. From Fashion of Bygone Days, FB.

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"Tourbillon"

Christian Dior Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1956-57. "Tourbillon" evening gown in sea green silk chiffon. In Abraham silk.

Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1956-57. "Tourbillon" robe du soir en mousseline de soie vert d'eau. En soie d'Abraham.

Photo Tom Kublin

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September 11, 2024 - St. Mary Magdalene Church, London

Florence got interviewed by @claraamfo ahead of her @bbc_proms performance.

She's wearing a vintage 1900s silk chiffon and lace robe from @rockstarboudoir paired with @shopdoen Dasha velvet ankle boots in Hickory (a rich chocolate brown that turns coppery when it hits the light) that features an almond-shaped toe, a mid-height heel, leather piping and cord lacing from the Holiday 2022 collection.

For those that are interested: Clara is wearing head-to-toe Vivienne Westwood.

Styling: @aldenejohnson

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La Mode illustrée, no. 40, 3 octobre 1869, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel, 28. r. Nve. des Pts. Champs. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Jeune fille de quinze ans. Robe de dessous en foulard rayé blanc et mauve (rayures larges) garnie de cinq volants surmontés chacun d'une corde en soie mauve. Casaque non ajustée formant une seconde jupe à lés séparés sur les côtés, un peu relevés par derrière, faite en foulard mauve et blanc, à rayures fines, et garnie d'un volant coupé en biais, comme ceux de la première robe. Manches larges et demi-longues; en dessous manches pareilles à la robe de dessous; la casque flottante est retenue à la taille par une double cordelière en soie mauve. Même cordelière nouée sur l'entournure des manches larges.

Girl of fifteen's ensemble. Underdress in white and mauve striped foulard (wide stripes) trimmed with five flounces each topped with a mauve silk cord. Loose-fitting casaque forming a second skirt with strips separated on the sides, slightly raised at the back, made of mauve and white foulard, with fine stripes, and trimmed with a flounce cut on the bias, like those of the first dress. Wide and half-long sleeves; underneath sleeves similar to the underdress; the floating casaque is held at the waist by a double mauve silk cord. Same cord tied on the armhole of the wide sleeves.

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Petite fille de six ans. Robe à corselet en taffetas bleu avec volant plissé. Jupe à bretelles en taffetas noir, garnie de ruches découpées, relevée de chaque côté. Corsage montant en mousseline blanche avec manches longues.

Six year old girl's dress. Blue taffeta bodice dress with pleated flounce. Black taffeta suspender skirt, trimmed with cut-out ruffles, raised on each side. High white chiffon bodice with long sleeves.

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Robe en taffetas grenat clair, garnie d'une ruche à la vieille. Volant plissé à tête bordé d'une petite ruche. Tunique drapée pareille à la robe, bordée d'une frange suromntée d'une ruche. Corsage ouvert en carré avec manches flottants, retenues sur le dessus du bras par un nœud en satin de même teinte. Plastron en même satin convertissant le corsage carré en corsage montant. Manches justes en même satin. Chapeau en tulle noir, garni d'une demi-guirlande de fleurs de même teinte que la robe. Ceinture de satin.

Dress in light garnet taffeta, trimmed with a ruche à la vieille. Pleated flounce at the head edged with a small ruche. Draped tunic similar to the dress, edged with a fringe topped with a ruche. Open square bodice with floating sleeves, held on the upper arm by a satin bow of the same shade. Plastron in the same satin converting the square bodice into a high bodice. Sleeves in the same satin. Hat in black tulle, trimmed with a half-garland of flowers of the same shade as the dress. Satin belt.

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Pale Lilac Silk Evening Dress, ca. 1909, English.

By Pickett.

Worn by Miss Heather Firbank.

Victoria and Albert Museum.