Fashion beyond the front row: Lessons from a Bastar weaver
In Bastar, the Naxal epicentre of India in Chhattisgarh, you start your day with a serving of chapda, chutney made with red ants. Men stare at you blankly, and you return the gaze with suspicion. Are they sizing you up? Might you be a conspirator of the state? With every turn of your rickety Bolero,…