E-tailer Namshi’s Ramadan edit is for the savvy shopper

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Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. (Supplied)
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Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. (Supplied)
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Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. (Supplied)
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Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. (Supplied)
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Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. (Supplied)
Updated 14 May 2019
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E-tailer Namshi’s Ramadan edit is for the savvy shopper

  • This year’s modest edit features everything from casual, comfortable daywear to the more exquisite and elaborate eveningwear
  • The line also features busy, psychedelic kaftans, complete with a mish mash of animal print and traditional geometric patterns

Namshi sure knows how to reel shoppers in.  This Ramadan, the Middle Eastern apparel site has been running a promotion called “Suhoor Surprises” where everyday a new offer is released that expires within 24 hours. And the offers have been good — we’ve come across 40 percent off premium brands one day; 40 percent off shoes on another. Then there was the extra 40 percent off sale pieces, meaning some items were available for up to 80% off.

So, be warned — shopping on there can get addictive.

When it comes to its collections, Namshi offers a range of high street-priced options, as well as a few designer duds. Delivering to the UAE, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Kuwait and more, the site is home to more than 800 international and local brands and we always love their annual Ramadan collections.

This year’s modest edit features everything from casual, comfortable daywear to the more exquisite and elaborate eveningwear for special iftar and suhoor occasions.

Local brand Haya’s Closet never fails to disappoint, with a collection of chic and demure abayas starting from $54.

With lace-edged options and pleats, embellishments and applique galore, it’s easy to find abaya options for the various events that creep up on you during the month. The label also offers chic abayas in shades other than black, with one beige, appliqued number standing out as particularly stylish.

The line also features busy, psychedelic kaftans, complete with a mish mash of animal print and traditional geometric patterns. The digitally printed silk fabric — which could get a little warm as temperatures climb — is embellished with tiny rhinestones for that extra sparkle.

For something even more colourful, Threadz features long and floaty maxi dresses with fun prints and patterns — the ankle-grazing hemlines and loose fits are perfect for evenings out in Ramadan.

The site also stocks a who’s who of shoes and accessories, which is ideal if you need a full look in a hurry. Whether it’s jewellery, watches or handbags, there’s a great variety of designers and brands to suit every budget, including Lost Ink, Ted Baker, Aldo and DKNY.


Cannes Diary: The world’s glitziest film festival through the eyes of an industry insider

Updated 22 May 2019
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Cannes Diary: The world’s glitziest film festival through the eyes of an industry insider

  • The director says Cannes is more than just a movie festival
  • Attendees wear color-coded badges, which specify their title and occupation

Film director Hadi Ghandour takes us behind the scenes at the Cannes Film Festival with his revealing diary entries.

Day 1

I am on a train from Paris to Cannes. A middle-aged woman maneuvers her way around my legs and sits beside me. She is on her phone, making sure to loudly telegraph to the entire train that she is attending the festival. “I hope Xavier Dolan doesn’t disappoint me like last time! And can you believe that Alain Delon is being honored? What a travesty!” We are all supposed to be impressed. My festival experience begins before I get there, it is a preview of things to come. I am forced to endure her pontification for the next five hours.

The train arrives on an overcast afternoon. The first thing I do is pick up my badge. Without it you are considered a third-class citizen. I inch past the security blocks that barricade the Croisette like a fortress and make my way to the Grand Palais.

What makes this place so distinctive and often daunting is the sheer amount of stuff going on. It is not only a film festival, but a massive market, an annual industry meet-up, a sprawling seminar, a paparazzi hunting ground, an awards ceremony, and an everlasting party.

Cafes, restaurants and hotel lobbies turn into networking hubs and industry meeting grounds. TV screens that usually broadcast football matches or music videos air live feeds of press conferences and red carpets. Beachfront apartments are transformed into movie company offices, with their logos hanging from the balconies and the harbor morphs into international pavilions for global cinema.

I often find that the most interesting films play at the Director’s Fortnight. It is late in the evening. My friend has snatched up a couple of priority invitations to Robert Eggers’ latest picture “The Lighthouse.”

Envious eyes watch us zip through the interminable line that wraps around the JW Marriott.

I sink into my chair but, within moments, a sense of dread washes over me when I hear the shrill voice from earlier today. It’s the woman from the train. The festival may be larger than life, but it is still a very small place.

“The Lighthouse” is hypnotic, terrifying and has remarkable performances from Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe. It is guaranteed to give me nightmares later.

Willem Dafoe stars in The Lighthouse. (AFP)

Day 2

I am having a breakfast meeting by the shore. A seagull swoops in and boldly pilfers a piece of bread from the basket. Even the seagulls here are fierce and determined.

 A 50-something gentleman interrupts our conversation and humbly introduces himself as a filmmaker from Saskatchewan who has been in the business for years.

He slides over a heap of DVDs. Films he has written, directed, produced, edited, shot, acted in and composed. He points at one of them, which is enveloped in a half-ripped cover. “This one here is my masterpiece,” he tells me.

Everyone has something to pitch. The whole town is like a never-ending speed date. Shifty eyes dart around mid-conversation. First, they land on your color-coded badge to decipher your title and worth, then swiftly onto the next person.

Ideas float around with the heft of low-hanging clouds over people’s heads. You can almost see them. The movies in competition may be front and center, but the energy is already directed at the future.

I swing by the Marche Du Film, the festival’s film market. Located in the Palais basement, it is a maze of industry booths where deals are negotiated and struck. It is not only the least glamorous part of the festival, but the least glamorous place you could ever visit.

The market begins to suffocate me so I decide to watch a movie, “Lilian” by Andreas Horvath. Waiting in line at this festival is a rite. You must always add an hour and a half to a movie’s running time to gauge your overall time investment.

The sun is setting and the sea is iridescent. A nighttime chill begins to emerge. One of my favorite things to do at the festival is to watch a film on the beach. There is something wonderfully primal and peaceful about it. A bunch of strangers gathered on a sandy shore beneath the moonlight, watching and listening to a story unfold.  A documentary is playing, “Haut Les Filles” by Francois Armanet. Everyone has sunk into their chairs and are wrapped up in blankets to protect them from the gusts of wind. They look so peaceful and vulnerable, a poignant end to the vicissitudes of their day.

A woman checks her phone in the Marche Du Film. (AFP)

Day 3

It is 7:30 a.m. and I make my way to a film screening — “Frankie” by Ira Sachs. On my way there I spot a group of people, one of them is in a wrinkled tuxedo that has lost its respectability. Last night hasn't yet ended for them. 

The film dips me in and out of a light and pleasant sleep, but I somehow suspect this could be its intended effect.

I walk out of the Grand Theatre Lumiere. The glare assaults my eyes and brings me back to the real world, which suddenly looks more mundane.

I begin to exit the Grand Palais when I am approached by a festival attendant. She randomly offers me a seat at the press conference for “Young Ahmed,” the latest movie by the Dardennes brothers. Perhaps she liked my countenance, but most likely she needed to fill a few empty seats. 

Things are in overdrive today. It’s the Tarantino film premier and everyone seems to be seeking access to the screening. I overhear a woman pleading for that golden ticket. “My son is diabetic!” she says. What in the world does that have to do with getting a movie ticket?

After lunch, I glance at my watch and realize I’m about to miss my train. I run to the station and just barely make it. 

Three days in Cannes feel like a week. It is a cycle that ebbs and flows between the mad rush of the movie business and the peace and refuge of movie watching. It can be overwhelming and exhausting. But it’s all about the movies, so who can really complain?

Quentin Tarantino premiered ‘Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood’ in Cannes. (AFP)