Blond boys have more fun
Yes, you read that right. No, you’re not hallucinating.
I’m sooo depressed I thought I’d scare the shit out of people at the mall.
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel!
I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, I’m gonna open a new bank account sometime next week and name it the "Bryanboy Chanel Tweed Jacket Fund". I’ve been dreaming of having a brand new Chanel tweed jacket bought directly from Paris for the longest time… I repeat, **MY** OWN brand-new Chanel tweed jacket, not hand-me-downs deceased (or alive) family members/not-so-distant relatives or "vintage" jackets from consignment/thrift shops.
Photo credit: Style.com
(BTW, this isn’t the jacket that I want for myself but I think this one is gorgeous anyway)
BRAVO!!!! GORGEOUS. FUCKING GORGEOUS. I LOVE IT!!!!!!! BIG IS BEAUTIFUL!!!! I FUCKING SHAT MY PANTS WHEN I SAW THIS. MAURICIO I LOVE YOU!!!!! TIME TO PURGE THOSE FIVE ALMONDS YOU HAD FOR LUNCH! I **MUST** KNOW HER NAME!!!
Thank god for Gaultier for feeding those Madrid anti-size-zero mother fuckers some much-needed cake.
I’ll update in a bit. I **PROMISE**!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m busy buying some cashmere goodies from Bluefly.
Gold is cold… diamonds are dead… a limousine’s a car.. don’t pretend. Feel what’s real. That’s it. J’adore. Dior.
Angela Lindvall for Fendi and Bryanboy: Separated at Birth
It’s SO FUCKING OBVIOUS (click here for my previous post about Fendi) that Fendi used me as inspiration for their Fall/Winter ad campaign. Hahaha! I was just checking Mrs. T’s (who just got back from Singapore) blog and she took this photo of Angela Lindvall with one of the Fendi B-bags (perhaps B stands for Bryanboy instead of ‘buckle’? hahahhaa) and the
infamous Bryanboy pose.
Photo credit: TheBagHag
HOT HOT HOT! Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Vivienne Westwood should come with a fucking warning label. No wonder all those Japanese people go nuts whenever they wear Vivienne Westwood. It takes a shitload of balls and attitude in order to pull off a Westwood and/or an Anglomania piece.
HELLO MOTHER FUCKERS! LET’S ALL FUCK IN THE WOODS!
More camwhorage after the jump. Let’s spice things up around here…
STOP THE FUCKING PRESS! I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!!!!!
OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M LITERALLY HAVING A SEIZURE AS I’M TYPING THIS ENTRY.
SOMEONE HAND ME THE DEFIBRILLATOR!
THAT’S IT. I OFFICIALLY MADE MY MARK IN FASHION. THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT FENDI LOVES BRYANBOY. 2006 IS THE INTERNATONAL YEAR OF BRYANBOY & FENDI.
REMEMBER MY BLOG ENTRY BACK ON MAY? FIRST IT WAS THEIR SPRING/SUMMER 2006 AD CAMPAIGN WITH MY POSE… and NOW THIS.
More Fendi Love after the jump…
Camwhore Galore: Market!
First things first, I’d like to send a big shout out to Mrs. Pauline Suaco-Juan, Editor-in-Chief of the one top fashion magazines in the Philippines, Preview Magazine. One of my readers (thanks, Gia!) emailed me a link to a google archive of an article on the Philippine Star (one of the third world’s top broadsheets). She wrote an article, entitled "20 Trends that changed our lives in the last 20 years" and she mentioned my blog (woo hoo!) on item #7:
Hey, it’s not every day I get to see my name on the newspaper so allow me to indulge in this little brush with mediadom. Hahaha! Photo courtesy of Chuvaness.
7) Reality Bites
From Pinoy Big Brother to Bryanboy’s blog to "I-Me-My" journalism (the kind that’s really more diary than opinion column), Pinoys can’t get enough of the real and the mundane. Everyone’s jumping on the reality bandwagon for their five minutes worth of fame (and hopefully fortune). Following the lead of PBB alumni Sam Milby and Zanjo Marudo, many try the TV route and audition for one of the many contest format shows; many more are opting to write their own blogs, hoping to achieve even a fraction of the attention, if not controversy, Bryanboy’s site has generated.
LOL! Who knew I was controversial? Hahahaha! Thanks Pauline.
Before I spit my usual nonsense and pictionary bonanza, can I just say I’m dying? My upper left wisdom tooth is killing me. No wonder I’ve been having these headaches and fever the past few days — it’s my tooth that’s fucking me up! I simply CAN’T function at all!
I tried all sorts of over-the-counter/non-prescription drug out there (paracetamol, ibuprofen, mefenamic acid) and none of them are working. This is why I fucking hate the third world. It’s fucking easier to get ILLEGAL drugs from the street than get a narcotic. All it takes is a trip down the club, loitter around the toilets and wait for the powers that be to cough up a snowstorm — no prescription required! Fuck drugs though. My party and play days are best kept in the attict. Sober is the new black and I’d rather keep it that way. Besides, I’m not getting any younger. Who the hell wants to be found having a seizure in the club with your mouth foaming like a rabid dog with rabies?
Yes, I know I’m still obese. Deal with it, ya fuckin cunts!
To be honest with you, I don’t even think narcotics are available in this shithole. I know for a fact that vicodin is UNHEARD of amongst the pharmacies here. When I had a tooth extracted ages ago, the fucking dentist gave me ibuprofen. When I complained to an orthopedist about my excruciating back pain, the asshole prescribed me calcium supplements and a fucking ergonomic chair. I wouldn’t be surprised if cancer patients around here get paracetamol tablets. Shit, I’d rather jump off the bridge and kill myself if I found out I have cancer. That’s how terrible it is over here.
Handbags at 10 paces!
This is absolutely hilarious. Most bag lovers out there will have a ball on what you’re about to see — I almost choked on my coffee when I saw this. I was bloghopping earlier this morning and found this from Mrs. T‘s blog entitled "Inquirer Booboo? A-Z of Fashion’s Big HERMES faux pas!".
The Philippine Daily Inquirer is the Philippines’ top broadsheet. It’s a fantastic newspaper — almost everyone in this country reads it. I even contributed there several times, including their monthly shopping supplement, Just Shop. Overall it’s a great stint.
Photo credit: Tresor Makati
I didn’t read last week’s paper though. Believe it or not, my familia de horreur are major cheapskates. We don’t really buy newspapers because everyone in this household got internet access and we all like to read news online.