raunchy monday mornings

i have spent the later half of the first twenty two years in my life searching. i never expected i wouldn't find those--all my life i could easily get anything i want--but i was wrong. this isn't any mid-life crisis, i presumed, nor one of my greatest contemplations ever. it's just that, at some point in any body's life, a bitter moment shall reside upon realizing that the somewhere a certain clock ticks and no one can stop it, not even the great minds of the world.



this monday morning i woke up early probably because of the ten-hour sleep i had the previous day--or was it because i was hyped. like most of office junkies i despise mondays not only because it dissolves entirely two days of rest but because it's the beginning of another five days of toil.

like any othger september mornings, i woke up to a slightly cold breeze after the rain poured last night. apparently because of the work i have this is the first time i woke up to such sight--moist rooftops, chilly breeze, and bleak sunlight.

birthday blows

fine. so ive been away for a while--so what? i've been busy getting hold of something which i myself still do not in any way know.

in fourteen days im turning a year older. i am worried and excited. i love birthdays because unlike new year's eve sans the calories and whatnot they make you think about the person you've been all these years. and the result? a contemplation of a ruckus of events which eventually created the mould from which a hefty celebration would come out of.

fine. so this year i got new gadgets; bought new stuff through shopping plus rich parents; earned new relationships; dated more men in a few months than what ive had before (a whopping six men in just four weeks); loved my family more than ever; got a nice paying job even if it takes a year off my plans of becoming the country's next big thing (lol); got connected with old friends; gained weight; the long list goes on and on.

i wonder how the world turned the day i was born, and how the stars moved in such a way that i will be this person i am today?

finally the birthday. im turning a year older, wiser, happier and better.

my folks--yes, parents and bro and sis--will be flying in from camsur to celebrate a triple birthday bash for me, dad, and my utol Roy. im hyped can't wait to see those little roughies again. and im gonna sing and strive to get a hundred at one of those ktv restos--my repertoire's on its way to get finalized.

"happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to moi!"

Anna Wintour on CBS

Morley Safer: What bores you?

Anna Wintour: Mediocrity.

alright, i was up really late last night watching and taking down notes while Morley Safer interviews Vogue US editrix Anna Wintour for their docu/Probe-like presentation 60 Minutes<<click here to watch the amazing CBS presentation on YouTube

(image from gawker.com)

Still, managing to gulp down the last few ounces of a homemade cappucino i was able to jot down some of the key statements between the two: the most powerful woman in fashion (with the polished British accent) and Morley Safer (that's all).

Morley: Why the sunglasses?

Anna: They're seriously useful--I can sit in a show and if I'm bored out of my mind nobody would notice, if I'm enjoying it and nobody notices. I think at this point they've become an armour.

She's just amazing, and as Morley cites what others refer to Anna, "she's ambitious, driven, needy, a perfectionist, bitch" and she smiles as each of the adjectives (and nouns) go out of Morley's sagging piehole. I love that woman. I believe that more women should be like her, or men should be more like her, always pushing what's around her to the best of their capacities.

What i disliked though is the oh-so-fashion-outsider tone that Morley had throughout the interview. Check out some of his statements as he introduces some of his interviewees such as legendary Karl Lagerfeld and John Galliano.

Morley on Chanel creative director Karl Lagerfeld: "...who this season favors the dracula look."

(image from guestofaguest.com)

Morley's just UN,BELIEVABLE! how could he say that Karl favors the dracula look this season when in fact the high, starched collar have been there for ages? He could, because Morley have been bleeding his eyes on the middle east tremors and economic cherva instead of reading Vogue Men or even Women's wear daily! UN, BELIEVABLE!

And what does he say about John Galliano?

Morley on Dior creative director John Galliano: "...who some might think needs a better tailor."

(image from gawker.com)

Strike two! What nonsense. The one who needs a bitter tailor sourgraping over cheap menswear materials is Morley! I can't believe he's in the position to say that when exquisite tailoring rules over Dior RTW and Haute Couture for ages now.

At the end of the presentation Morley presents in such a tearjerking way the rumors that it might be the end of Vogue editorship for Anna after more than two decades of impeccable, glorious work with Conde Nast Publishing. I just don't see her leaving the magazine and retiring at such economic crisis. And who would replace her? the overweight Andre Leon Talley? the Viviene Westwood-esque Grace Coddington? who??

Morley: Do you see, out there... some young upstart quietly taking the measures of this office?

Anna: Probably several.

Morley: When the time c0mes, will you go quietly?

Anna: Certainly, very quiet.

when that time comes, the fashion world won't be certainly very quiet.

so cold

brrrr.

amazing shorts

i know summer's demise is just around the corner and the thrid world country's in for the rainy seasons come June, but knowing also that man shorts made a huge come-back in Milan and Paris spring/summer 2009 runway shows, i couldn't help but curse the upcoming weather with a hint of a smile and the F word.

fine. if it's gonna pour then let it be. but i'll still wear shorts--those that fall just above the kneecap. now that ill be workin my ass off and deal with office politics for the bitter couple of years in my life, the only consolation i could have--or at least the next on the list after shopping--would be men's hotpants.

here's a trial, er, i mean what i wore at a night out with a bitch friend (until the next morning, hence the sunnies):

whatever.

i'll just say Miranda Priestly's bloody prickly words on the phone with Andy Sachs:

"What do you mean there's a hurricane? It's just drizzlin or something."

haha. so there goes.

some things never change

a shoe fetishist. that's what i am. that's what i have been and what ill always be for the rest of my life. Andy Warhol once had a work featuring rows of used shoes in which he showcased the inevitable existence of a unique story of the shoes and their wearer. what a genius. i always thought only the Grimm brothers knew storytelling, but naah. Shoes do too. The stories they tell are stories of travel, of deceit, of countless sex with hot men.

the last one isn't that much of a truth.

well. i said such ghastly things because IT'S here! yaaaaay! the shoes I had a local shoemaker retouched for the sole purpose of gratifying one of my innermost needs:a penchant for people being envious of me. haha

kidding. i mean i had these shoes made for the purpose of getting worth out of the heaps of shoes i own and don't wear at all.

but first, the inspiration from Opening Ceremony

(photo from google images, www.thisnext.com)

and now my version of the cutout oxfords--
(drum roll)


now i have another piece of aduhrable footwear in my collection.


What an effin little Imelda.

reflective sunglasses

this just in from my favorite fag, bryanboy.com: reflective sunnies as seen on British model Agyness Deyn (who happens to be one of the models i worship)

(photo from bryanboy.com)

his question is--and my of-of-the-moment question as well--will this be a trend on the rise? i mean, are we gonna screw the shutters, wayfarers, oversized and aviator sunnies for this one? i would, only if i don't know the fact that these reflective sunnies look a lot like the bangketa eyewears worth less than fifty bucks (i got one for thirty five bucks)...

hmmm. looks like i need to do some thinking. but naah. these reflective sunnies remind me of Harley Davidson-driving oldies who are trapped in the 90s but still has their asses running in the 21st century. haha. or the multi-colored reflective ones i see our former houseboy don while trimming the bushes. lol.

but it looks great on her though.
now im worried.

watch and learn, PETA!

great. so the fur stole my Tita sent me as a graduation gift finally came in. it's quilted chinchilla, bear, fox, mink, sable, possum (and another rodent i do not in any way am familiar of) fur and--take this, PETA--it's real!

People's Ethical Treatment for them Animals. eh.

accessorized with huge boxy sunnies (my take on the Margiela L'incognito sunglasses), here's a little shameless self indulgence. lol



paparazzi moment? naah.


was kidding, PETA. yer know i love 'em animals. it's just that my Tita knows me more than I do.
get it? lols.

the not-so-light traveler

fine. it's been six hours since i started packin my stuff into the huge suitcases.

so there. some not-so-light travelling.

i love to travel, but only THE travel, not the pre-travel perks it has--like booking a flight, arranging schedules, and the effin packing up. I mean, it's so hard to pack the so-called essentials when you think that the whole closet is the most essential thing going on.

i did what the folks at Discovery Travel and Living have been sayin--travel lightly, go for the essentials, roll your clothes to maximize space, squeeze your undies inside your shoes to keep its shape (whoa. this one's questionable), yada yada yada. but still. i end up having these suitcases. and this is after six gruellin hours of yes and nos, stop and gos.

i did leave some of my stuff behind, and the closet's now half-empty. really. promise. guess im gonna look back at some point. to wearnot only what's left of the closet, but to see againthe people who have been with me when i wore them one day in the past.

i know im not a light traveler. i bring memories with me

lol. tears in here. nostalgia, hopes, whatever.

mother-sucker

yes it's true. i love moms. i dig them like i dig shoe-shoppin down rodeo drive. to the fab mums out there happy mom's day an' keep rockin' those titties for them kiddies. lol

i have a lot of friends who are moms and it seems, at this point, that they may be heralded as wonderwomen.

hehe bahala na si wonderwoman.

mom n i are goin shoppin today. ill ask her to wear the belted tunic i bought her from a PrP May 1 sale. axed a bitch who wanted the same top. lol.

not your ordinary GARAGE

guess what i came across while shirt shopping today! my new cult read--well, next to PREVIEW that is--a men's fashion magazine called GARAGE! it has Japanese-Brazilian import model Hideo Muraoka who is, the new face of Folded und Hung on its Apr-May cover.

(cover photo from garagethemag.com)

i love the fact that the magazine's overall flavor and mood isn't too gay, nor too straight. it doesnt even smell bi culture or anything, and it doesn't sell too much sex, unlike other men's glossies. it caters to everything related to lifestyle, fashion, and the arts. i adore their spreads and the value of the content. it sits somewhere between the haute and the street, luxury and minimalism.

(yay Dirk Bikkembergs and Fendi!)

the layout reminds me of Preview mags layouts back in the late 90s., but is still a great, great read. im planning to get me a subscription, but sadly they wont be accepting subscriptions until their June-July issue hits the stands (this is their fourth issue so far and yes, they've been having great reviews from men all over, and count me in, even if im not that straight of a man. lol)

(i love the Bang Pineda cutout oxfords on this photo. yay im gettin me one)

i finally found a men's fash glossy where i could buy stuffs below a couple of thousand bucks. lol. Preview stuffs are so mahal. pero dreamy, and good for the soul.

yay for men's fashion.