Back to the "knitwear drawing board"
Back to the "knitwear drawing board"
I think I'm gonna be a bajillionaire if I got a dollar every time I said "Christmas arrived early this year" because IMO, 2007 is a banner year for me. For some of you who read my site after all this time, you'll know I had dinner with Mrs. Imelda Marcos earlier this year, I also went to a Philippine senator's house WITHOUT knowing in advance that I'm going to a senator's house and I ended up wearing a "I Fucked Collin Farrell" t-shirt (oh god) and now, let me add another thing on my personal history books.
Marc Jacobs: "so where in the world are you?"
Bryanboy: "oh I'm from a different planet Philippines."
Click click click!
Yesterday was one of the most surreal days in my life... it was the day I spoke to Marc Jacobs on the phone. For dozens of you who emailed (and the few ones who commented on my site), yes, I have verified that Marc is real. In the past 48 hours I thought I was still hallucinating from those happy pills I took a decade ago but yeah, I am happy to report that Marc Jacobs exists, he's not a figment of my imagination and he's watching you watching me watching you, j'ai la main Parisienne.
He's extremely genuine, he's charismatic and captivating, he's authoritative yet extremely down to earth, he makes you feel comfortable (hallmark of a true gentleman), he's intelligent, he's very articulate and best of all, he's FUN and talking to him is like speaking to someone you already know. At one point I had to cover my mouthpiece and whisper to my mother at the far end of the room "DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES PICK UP THE PHONE COZ I'M TALKING TO SOMEONE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU OR THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA". It's embarrassing enough that my brain turned to putty and I went into total screaming girl fan mode (eeew) but you know what? Whatevs! This is why I'm nice to my readers whenever they meet me in public cause I KNOW what it feels like (and I love meeting them). :-) I won't elaborate any further (and this is the last time you'll hear anything) so please respect his privacy -- and mine. I thought I'd mention it to 'get it off' my chest and share with you all my little, first-hand experience with one of the world's most talented tastemakers and icons of our time.
I don't know about you but I say continue with your dreams and your fantasies no matter how simple or how complex or how "unreachable" they are, because in this lifetime, ANYTHING is possible and NOTHING, I mean absolutely NOTHING in this life beats the feeling of turning the unimaginable and impossible into something... real.
WHORES VOTE FOR MY FAT ARSE ON GAYBLOGGIES.COM! My latest entry there is outdated and crappy because I didn't have a lot of time and I wrote it before 'this' happened. They won't let me change entries after they posted it so there. :-(
I love you all as always. Now that I'm over "it", let's fold scarves like Romy and Michelle!
Next up... I'm gonna make a video of me dressed up as Stella McCartney riding a sybian! Just kidding.
PS. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
PPSS. And this, my friends, is why you shouldn't believe Wikipedia when you do a profile on someone. FYI. Marc's mum's second hubby was Silver. Marc Jacobs was "Marc Silver" around the time when he was 12-13. To learn more about he has to say, read the recent feature by the NY Times. Love. Don't hate. I said LOVE! :-)
