Updated On: 24 September, 2023 07:16 AM IST | Mumbai | Paromita Vohra
Simultaneously exuberant and moody, he was made up almost entirely of style

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How did you think you could become a movie star, asks Simi Garewal in her wonderful interview with Dev Anand. “I must have looked in the mirror,” he replies with only a hint of self-deprecation.
September 26 marks Dev Anand’s centenary and what is it a century of? Dev Anand dreamt himself up, a dream of modernity, quintessentially queer. I don’t use the word queer to mean sexual orientation, or even refer to the camp that grew to sometimes dismaying fullness in his declining years. I use it rather, to indicate his slightly ungraspable quality. Simultaneously exuberant and moody, he was made up almost entirely of style. The famous puff of hair, the gangling, dangling walk and dropped wrists, the ruched up jacket sleeves, the gap-toothed smile, the peculiarly declamatory lilt, the quizzical look all added up to urbane heart-throb.