Bryanboy’s "A-HA" Moment #16,309: Alex Perry
About an hour before the Alex Perry show started, one of the super nice PR ladies asked me if I want red carpet access to take photos and get quotes from celebrities. In case you don’t know, Alex Perry’s show is the ultimate celebrity magnet during Australian Fashion Week.
I politely said no because I honestly have NO idea who Australian celebrities are other than the usual Hollywood suspects Nicole, Cate, Gemma, etc. From what I felt outside the tents, it seems to me that a lot of "presenters" are celebs in Australia — children’s show presenters, tv presenters, radio presenters, blah blah blah so on and so forth. There I was wondering if there are any, you know, local heartthrobs or whether or not there’s an Aussie version of The Hills, Gossip Girl or what have you.
I thought I’d smoke a few cigarettes outside instead of waiting in the front row for the show the start. By the time I finished my cigarettes, the red carpet bonanza is still going strong. I don’t want to be a nuisance to celebs getting their photos taken so I stood on the side. My friend Bex pointed out some Australian "celebrity" I’ve never seen/heard of and I was like… wow. It went on like that for a few minutes… one big, bountiful, blond bombshell after another. And then for some reason I blurted…
Me: "OH MY GOD AUSTRALIAN CELEBS LOOK LIKE PORN STARS!"
outta nowhere. One of the security guys, a PR lady, a few photographers and several people on the queue gave me THAT funky look so I said…
Me: "OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT!"
as a cheap attempt to rescue me from my little booboo.
Australia’s Next Top Model host Jodhi Meares who I **LOVE** (pictured above) then popped by so I went straight up to her. We chatted very briefly (something about my Chanel bag) and then I asked her for a photo. Jodhi saves the day!
Bryanboy's "A-HA" Moment #16,308: Tina Kalivas
Oh dear. God knows how many times I wished for the ground to split in half (I said split, not spit) and swallow me alive. I always, always, always get myself in funky situations where I just want to cry instead of laughing at myself for being silly.
After the wonderful Tina Kalivas show, I rushed for the exit… I had to pee sooo bad! It often gets crowded because everyone is trying to leave the room so it makes perfect sense to look around for people you know and do a little bit of chit chat. I thought I saw someone I knew so I grabbed his arm and said "omg wait for me i need to peeeeee!"… or something like that. I totally forgot what exactly it is I said and when he looked at me I thought holy shit it's the wrong person… AND THEN I saw the right guy on the opposite side of me. I died right then and there.
I wasn't gonna tell y'all this story until I saw this photo in my album. I'll let you draw your own conclusions. Do you see what I see, See by Chloe? I spy with a Fendi spy two bearded men in a light-coloured jacket.
Enough said. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
It was soo embarassing indeed.
What's inside, Sass & Bide?
Fresh from the runways of Sydney's Overseas Passenger Terminal to my room at the Westin, a brown paper bag is waiting on my bed.
What's inside, Sass & Bide? Click click click!
Dan Single, Ksubi
Dan is one of the men responsible for one of Australia’s biggest fashion labels Ksubi (formerly known as Tsubi).
Photo: Sonny Vandevelde
Pee pee why are you not in this purrrrrrecious kodak moment?
PS. My mailing address is Bryanboy, MCPO Box 2044, Makati City MM 1250 Philippines. Send me a dozen sunglasses will you? ROLFMAO. JK.
It’s nice to finally have met Bali-based Aussie designer Nicholas Morley. I love this guy. He’s one of the reasons why I started obsessing about Australian fashion. Him and the non-existent email customer service at Tuchuzy, who, until this date, had not replied to my email from last year. Haha!
LIFEwithBIRD is a cool clothing label started by Bridget McCall (Alice McCall’s sister) and Nicholas Van Messner. They’re based out of Melbourne.
Beautiful Bondi Beach, Speedos Cafe, Bondi Icebergs
With the rush of fashion week behind us, Sonny, Patty and moi went to Bondi for food, fun and frolics.
Click click click!
One of the most frequently asked questions from the fash pack this week is where in the USA I am from. That, or, am I from LA or something. A lot of people thought I'm American because of my accent and it doesn't help that (in my opinion at least) my irritating distinct voice is constantly BOOMING everywhere I go. I've been asked this question hundreds, if not, thousands of times over the years and I always, always have the same canned answers about how I was born, raised AND live in the boondocks of the Philippines, how my country used to be a former colony of the United States and how Americans have such a strong influence there. I love them yanks. I really do.
Front-row at the New Generation show. The lady beside me is from Vogue Australia. Oi vey!
Y'all have heard my nails-on-the-chalkboard voice. And I also have a speech problem… let's not even go THERE!
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Bryanboy's Rosemount Australian Fashion Week Highlights – Part 1
(in no particular order)
1) Material Boy shoes
Photo by Sonny Vandevelde
2) The gorgeous, gorgeous clothes of Akira Isogawa
3) Catching Alice Burdeu backstage and on the runway
4) Getting lost and arriving super late at the Romance Was Born show only to see the finale (at least I got to see the clothes backstage)
5) Lovely, lovely dinner with Jayson Brunsdon at China Doll restaurant
6) Gorgeous dinner with Kirrily Johnston at Icebergs, Bondi until we were the last table left
7) Meeting Marc (of Camilla & Marc) backstage at their show
8) Mistaking Adam as Simon Lock of IMG
9) Chatting to Jodhi Meares, Alex Perry and Jonathan Pease
10) Meeting Fern Mallis (and sharing a table TWICE)
11) Been given the tip by Albert, the buyer of London superstore Brown's, that a cool place to go for basic menswear for thin, slim guys like me is the boys section of Brooks Brothers
12) Photo booth session with upcoming designer Dion Lee at the Little Hero party
13) Shaking Grant Pearce's hand (I know, I know)
More to follow…
It’s 10PM on a Sunday and I just got back from a little cocktail thing with Sonny and Patty. I’m going to stay indoors tonight to catch up with my emails, blog entries (I have so many stories to tell!!), etc. I’m 104% exhausted. This is what happens when you haven’t slept in Manila for 2 days before hopping on a plane for a 9 or 10 hour flight… and then try having 2-3 hours of sleep EVERY DAY in Sydney for an entire week. I look like a complete mess! I don’t know how the fash pack does it but I feel like my eyes are literally gonna pop out anytime soon. I wish I brought my vitamins with me.
I look forward to having a good 2.5 hour full-body massage (+ facial, mani, pedi, etc… i’m getting the works!) when I return to Manila. As much as I had fun in the past week, I just want to go back home in my lovely cocoon in the third world.
Sydney… I shall see you again. We’re not yet finished!
(and Melbourne, too)
Wanted: Thick Skin
One of the things I hate about traveling is saying goodbye to lovely people you met and hung out with for a short, very short, period of time. It's ALWAYS the longest goodbyes EVER. I hate being a pessimist but I think you'll agree with me when I say that whenever one is on holiday, his or her chances of meeting the same people again in the future are almost slim to none.
It's 5:51AM… got back to the hotel about half an hour ago after spending the entire night at Icebergs and The Ivy here in Sydney. Some of the folks I met earlier this week are leaving in a few hours, back to their respective countries (POLLYYYYYY I'M GONNA MISS YOU) and it's kinda sad seeing everyone bid bye bye to each other etc.
Oh well. C'est la vie, no?