I can’t remember the last time I danced for hours. It’s one thing to go to a night club and sway the odd, spastic hip here and there and it’s another thing to down a dozen vodka red bulls, throw caution to the wind and do a proper all-night sweat-a-thon dance bender. I was an avid clubber when I was younger. I’ve been to many clubs and raves back in the day, gone through countless glowsticks and pacifiers and lollipops and platform shoes and pills and god knows what else. I’ve seen people vomit, faint, foam in the mouth, etc. I’d wear my shades not at night but in the morning. Sun rise meant it was time to go home. Or to a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend’s apartment for an afterparty.

Cocaine to my ears…

And I feel what you feel, and I do what you do. And I feel like I’m falling, falling, falling… feeeeeeeeeeel feeeeeeel feeeeel!

I dunno. There’s just something so therapeutic submitting oneself to the beat of uplifting music, throw arms in the air and jump and dance and roar like a wild animal.

Times definitely have changed though. Wind the clocks forward and here I am, a morning person, hitting the hotel breakfast buffet whenever possible. Sunlight became my best friend. Without it, I won’t have images for my blog.

I’d pop by the odd club and most places feel like four-walled rooms filled with boozed posers. Barely anyone dances, etc. I went to this “Black and White” party at the Teatro Versace in Milan last week and while the venue was packed, you can count with two hands the number of people shaking their booties. What happened to those days when people spilled drinks on each other and no one cared because everyone was dancing and everyone worshipped the DJ?

In this day and age of social media and cellphones and facebook and twitter and twitpic, people became camera-ready creatures. Now I can’t even go to a club and dance carelessly until I feel like a sweaty sponge without anyone tapping my shoulder every few minutes to ask for a photo. I don’t mind doing this of course but also, it would be nice to have a night off. It would be nice to do what I went to the club for…. to be anonymous, to let my hair down, have a nice drink and dance the night away.

I thought I’d share some photos from my Las Vegas birthday vacation. I’ll let these images do the talking. For now at least. My brain is fried!! Hah. More images to follow! I love you all.

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I’ll never forget this girl named Katrina in my school bus back when I was in freshman high school. I must have been 13 at that time. While all the other kids played with each other in the bus, I chose to read my mom’s magazines. Back issues of Vogue were my after-school best friend. They made that agonizing thirty minute ride home bearable. Whenever Gucci ad pages came up, Katrina, who sat across me, always chanted “look at my Gucci watch, look at my Gucci watch!” before shoving her wrist to my face. If memory served me right, she was the daughter of a lawyer and for what seemed like eternity, she bragged about her stupid Gucci watch that she received as a gift. It was sickening. Deep down inside, I felt rather inferior because all I had at that time was this neon orange and neon green rubber and fabric “POP” Swatch that my aunt gave me as a Christmas present. I’m not a combative type of person so I didn’t say anything. Besides, she was a year older than me. She had Benetton accessories. I had Penshoppe (a Filipino brand akin to I dunno, Forever 21). I simply shut up and flipped through my magazines. That same year, I begged my parents to buy me that iconic Prada black nylon backpack with two pockets on the front. My parents weren’t having it from a thirteen year old child, of course. It wasn’t until I was fifteen that my mom finally bought one for me.

Fast forward a decade and a half later… I popped by the Prada store on Corso Venezia in Milan last week to stock up on some spring/summer goodies. I bought another pair of golf shoes, two trousers and this navy blue backpack. Just seeing it on the rack (they come in gray and brown as well) brought back childhood memories. I took it out for a spin in Amsterdam this weekend.

Hat, shirt, shorts by Acne, sunglasses by Yves Saint Laurent, jacket gifted by Versace, backpack and shoes by Prada

I guess one cannot erase the emotional scars of yesteryear (I can’t say I’m very angry because thinking about it, we were all young and naive) but let me tell you, walking out of a store after buying something you really like, on your own terms, with your own money, is always an exhilarating experience.

Like a big FUCK YOU to everyone.

As some of you guys know, I went to Berlin in January to attend the HUGO by HUGO BOSS fashion show. I also filmed an episode for their Hugo Boss Talk series. Their camera crew followed me and Berlin-based Women’s Wear Daily correspondent Melissa Drier around the city for a whole day.

Have you ever been inside a helicopter? I haven’t. Which is why for my birthday last week, I bought myself a lovely Grand Canyon tour (it’s the best $500 I’ve ever spent in my entire life), complete with a 35 minute ride above the Grand Canyon. I don’t know what came over me because I’m the last person in the world to be obsessed with these ‘nature adventure’ tours but I’m so glad I did it. The Grand Canyon is nothing like I’ve ever seen before. I was blown away by how beautiful it is. Anyway, riding helicopters are fun. I honestly think I could get used to it. I’ve been told by a cab driver in Vegas that Celine Dion regularly commutes by helicopter from her house to where she performs. I need a job that requires me to take helicopter rides every day because the views are like no other.

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It’s all about eating lots of fruit and that little piece of sausage…

Guess what it is?

I can see the headlines now — BREAKING NEWS: Fashion Blogger Bryanboy takes a break from the front row to join the Swedish Military! Just kidding! I’m not one to do head-to-toe total looks but a weekend walk to the woods inspired me to dress up for the occasion. Winter is coming to an end so, in spite of the chilly weather, I thought I’d take my new acquisitions out for a quick spin. I picked up a shirt, a hat and a pair of shorts (click HERE) from the Acne store here in Stockholm. I love how the florals form a camouflage effect. It’s all about having a camoflorage moment.

Jacket by Goa (Japan), shoes by 3.1 Phillip Lim, bracelet by Hermes, watch by Michael Kors, bag by Corto Moltedo, sunglasses gifted by Stevie Boi, hat, shirt and shorts by Acne, Acne Camofloral shorts available at Mr Porter (click HERE)

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No need to reach for the stars. General BB has landed. #nuffsaid

Jacket by Goa (Japan), shoes by 3.1 Phillip Lim, bracelet by Hermes, watch by Michael Kors, bag by Corto Moltedo, sunglasses gifted by Stevie Boi, hat, shirt and shorts by Acne, Acne Camofloral shorts available at Mr Porter (click HERE)

I bought this navy veiled beanie designed by Stephen Jones for Jil Sander at the Paris boutique during Paris fashion week and I’ve been wearing it almost every day. It’s one of my favourite purchases this season and I’ve gotten major mileage out of this (very) expensive hat. I regret not buying the white one. What’s annoying is that it took an amazing genius like Stephen to come up with the idea of combining something so terribly banal (beanie) with something so chic (netted veil). The result, is, phenomenal! I can’t believe no one ever thought of it before and could’ve sold it for a friendlier price.

Veiled beanie hat by Stephen Jones for Jil Sander (click HERE), Embroidered men’s t-shirt by Jil Sander (click HERE)

Jil Sander is available online at Mr. Porter, Net-a-Porter, Luisa Via Roma and Oki-ni.

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