The Circus by Sana and Sulakshana

Ever wondered how a clown’s sleeve could dispense handkerchiefs? It just didn't make any sense. At the circus, extravagantly dressed men sat on unicycles while scantily dressed women stood daintily on tight ropes. Clowns cried, dwarves juggled and cannonballs had a heartbeat. It was a world full of wonderful nonsense.

And our little circus is just the same. Here, two crazy girls break all the rules of fashion using the shenanigans, tomfooleries, trickeries and high jinks they have hidden up their sleeves. Some may call the label bold, we probably call it whimsical on Mondays, magical on Thursdays and a madhouse experience on Saturdays. For us, everything can be a lot more overstated or extravagant. ‘Why?’ you may ask. But we never do. Because at The Circus, what we do and why we do it has no rhyme and even lesser of a reason.