Westin Hotel, Sydney
In sexy Sydney, I stayed at the Westin Hotel located at 1 Martin Place, CBD (Central Business District). I love the Westin! My Aussie home doesn’t get any more centrally located than this.
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On the Runway: Akira Isogawa
A final pose at the last show on the Australian Fashion Week schedule, Akira Isogawa.
Photo by: Sonny Vandevelde
I’ve been getting emails from people where I got the gray trousers with the stripe on the side. They’re from Filipino designer John Herrera.
RAFW After Party @ Piano Room
Ooh the memories! After the lovely dinner with amazing designer Jayson Brunsdon at China Doll, the pack went to the Piano Room for the Closing Party.
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Sass & Bide Black Rats
I took my Sass & Bide Black Rats out last night for yet another spin, this time in the third world. I look like a mess but whatevs. Those OVERSIZED menswear size small tops come in handy at times like
this. Thank god for ding a ling a ling ding dong coverage. I wore my
Black Rats with an old embroidered Alexander McQueen top. Oh how I wish I was 6-foot tall with super long and super thin legs. Sucks to be soo unlucky in the gene pool lottery.
I’ve been getting a LOT of inquiries, both online and in real life. I’ll pop them a note and I’ll get back to y’all with detailed information as in when and where they’re going to be available, etc.
Marc by Marc Jacobs, Greenbelt 5
I came, I saw, I bought something and I took pictures. As promised to you previously, I finally went to the new Marc by Marc Jacobs store in Manila.
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Marc by Marc Jacobs – Men's, Size Small
To be honest with you, the reason why I dress the way I do (which I've been doing so for YEARS) is the fact that I cannot seem to find anything I like in the men's department IN MY SIZE. Take the most basic Marc by Marc t-shirt for instance. It's a size small.
Is it a tent or is it a dress? It's not like I'm a midget or anything. I'm probably taller than Marc himself! Shit… if I had it my way I would roll up the sleeves, wear my red Hermès belt to cinch it on my waist, go bottomless and don a pair of red skyscraper pumps but no, there's no way I'm gonna do that because I don't want my ding a ling a ling ding dong and my bollocks exposed for everyone to see.
The good news is… I found something at women's (as always) in my size, which is small. Hah!
Bryanboy’s "A-HA" Moment #16,310: Corelli’s Cafe, Newtown
The ever so helpful Patty offered my third world ass a ride to Sydney domestic airport earlier this week. We stopped by Corelli’s Cafe in Newtown for a quick brunch. Y’all know me. In spite of my obsession with all things thinspiration, I’m a very voracious eater, I’m not picky and I’m willing to eat anything and everything edible. I love food! I really do.
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On the last leg of my OZ trip, I went a little further up north of Sydney to visit a friend overnight. I wasn’t able to shop AT ALL in Sydney because a lot of the stores were closed on Sunday and I really didn’t have the time. I did visit the Chanel store for a few minutes… boy oh boy oh boy, that Americana collection is fantastic. But $6,000 (was it 6 or was it 8? I’m not sure) for a jacket? Rupert Murdoch lend me your mastercard please.
Bryanboy in trainers? SHOCK HORROR!
One of the shops I thoroughly enjoyed, believe it or not, was Woolworths… the Australian version of Walmart. It was a grocery store alright, smacked in the middle of nowhere New South Wales, and going there was soo surreal! If you have seen The Simple Life, think of me as Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie going to Walmart in bumfuck America. It was a visual feast seeing normal, non-fashiony, non-Margiela wearing Australians.
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One of the things that surprised me the most during Rosemount Australian Fashion Week is how the organizers (IMG) AND traditional media gave much-needed credence (and a very warm welcome) to bloggers. I’ve always considered myself as a fashion outsider/voyeur/spectator so for me to actually fly my arse out of the third world on my own dime to experience and witness fashion in action for the very first time was mind-blowing. I was nervous and scared at first. I’m no journo who often goes to sponsored junkets and international events backed by big media corporations. In the words of Clueless Tai, I’m a virgin… who can’t drive.
But yeah… never in my life I’ve been proud to say “I’m a blogger”. Being the one-man circus that I am, I confess that it was somewhat intimidating to be milling around the tents, the “media” room and the front-row surrounded by hardworking journalists of impressive resumes and backgrounds: people who truly worked their way to where they are to deliver information to the public. I highly doubt (I said doubt… correct me if I’m wrong) Australia is the same as the Philippines
where anyone with the “right” last name can get a position in the media with a snap of a finger. In any case, everyone in RAFW was super, super nice and I learned so much from everyone just by interacting with them.
And then there’s ickle ol’ me. The online freak who lives in front of the computer blogging about himself and his unhealthy obsession with all things fashion all-night long. Isn’t it amazing? I don’t know about you but it’s a bit weird waking up to Australia’s leading newspapers with my fug fug fugly mug on it. But yes… I’m extremely glad they are promoting blogs, bloggers and blogging. I even made it on Australian television! ROFLMAO!
We live in interesting times indeed. I know I have lots to learn. Every day is a new day and I try to absorb as much as I can with every experience, good or bad. I was telling a friend on my way to the airport how I want to take up further education (journalism, english classes, etc.) to improve my craft and expand my vocabulary. I have a little laundry list that I want to fulfill. We’ll see. Here’s a toast to evolution… cin cin!
PS. Thanks to The Australian, Sydney Morning Herald, The Age (Melbourne) and Sun Herald.
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.