My mother is one of the most beautiful and stylish women I know. Strangers often mistake her for my sister, and wherever she goes, people shower her with compliments on her good looks, glamorous outfits and impeccable accessories.
At home, every closet in every room heaves with her carefully amassed collection of designer jeans, Muji basics, Armani dresses, Fendi handbags, countless saris, lehenga-cholis and other handmade Indian outfits that make her look like a queen.
Unsurprisingly, she’s also a fashion designer. Her one-woman studio in Bangkok – June Fifth by Bonny – specialises in bespoke Indian bridal wear. The space is an over-the-top parade of rich
