Typepad Outage Outrage!
[BREAKING NEWS: SONNY BABY, THANKS FOR LEAVING A COMMENT ON MY SITE. ALL THE PHOTOS YOU TOOK FOR HINTMAG/LANVIN/BALENCIAGA/AND ALL THE AUTUMN/WINTER 06/07 ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE A FANTASTIC PHOTOGRAPHER! IF EVER YOU DROP BY HERE IN THE THIRD WORLD PLEASE TAKE A PHOTO OF ME AND MAKE ME LOOK PRETTY AND E-M-A-C-I-A-T-E-D. Photoshop if you must. LOL I’ll even give you blowjob if you take super super nice photos of me. Otherwise, keep those Bryanboy poses coming (shit, Fendi used it on their ad campaign those assholes hahaha) and "I LOVE BRYANBOY" sign pics. I’d die die die die die and I’ll forever be indebted if you can get either Werbowy, Stegner, Boscono, Zimmerman, Galliano, Lagerfeld, Elbaz or Ghesquire to hold a sign hahaha. *kidding*
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I LOVE SONNY AND I LOVE HIS FRIENDS ALREADY!!!!!! Hahahaha! Here’s his friend Marc. Woohoo!
OK. I have a TV interview tomorrow so it’s wise for me to just do my daily flush while it’s early and go straight to bed. Early to bed, early to rise, makes an ugly fat faggot pretty, skinny and wise!
(You gotta congratulate me. I just embarked on this popcorn diet and boy I got diarrhea today!!!!!!!! Remember what I said before? Diarrhea and dehydration is your best friend.
I’m fuming with anger! Typepad has a lot of explaining to do cause some of my new entries, drafts and comments got lost. It’s not just my blog that got affected but hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other Typepad-hosted blogs.
I have no idea why Typepad crashed yesterday. According to BlueOregon, Typepad went down for six hours … I’m sure it’s longer than that cause I didn’t go to bed till around 7AM my time. I was patiently waiting for Typepad to be back up cause I wanted to post something about my latest obsession, Tyra Banks. I’ll talk about her later…
Sunglasses by Gucci, t-shirt from Topshop, jacket from Dries Van Noten, bag from Chanel, corduroy pants from Christian Dior, boots from Chanel
I went out this afternoon to do some errands. I LOOOOOVE THE WEATHER! Rainy season is the best time of the year here in the third world. It rained cats and dogs over the past few days… it’s sooo beautiful outside, gray skies and all.
Marc Jacobs: Women We Love
Gotta love that Marc Jacobs guy. He never cease to amaze me.
Just like you and me, he’s one heck of an attention whore and I fucking love it. First it was the barebackin’, bugchashin’ rentboy he picked up at Rentboy.com, then comes the gaudy galore fall/winter 06/07 Louis Vuitton bag collection that’s designed for nouveaux riche Russians and Asian matrons and then this…
Marc Jacobs’ "Women We Love" campaign in NYC.
More pics after the jump. I guarantee you’ll laugh at this one. Click click click!
It’s about time Mr. Galliano come into senses and bring out the glitter, the spectacle and extravaganza. His recent pret-a-porter shows are utterly crap and sedated. Dior’s been completely unappealing the past few seasons I couldn’t help but wonder whether he lost his touch.
Guess who came out with alien invasion as a theme this season?
I hereby present you John Galliano for Queen Amidala Collection/Christian Dior Haute Couture.
More pics after the jump.
Bryanboy Loves…and Random Cheesemax: Retail Therapy and More
DISCLAIMER: This is QUITE POSSIBLY THE LONGEST BL…RC entry of all time so be sure to read it all.
#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Budapest, Hungary, Plano, TX, Salford, UK, Staten Island, NY, Paderno Dugnano, Italy, Paris, France, Willebroek, Belgium, Lisbon, Portugal, Chrzanw Nowy, Poland, Beijing, China, Djursholms Sby, Sweden, Rome, Italy, Sarugakucho, Tokyo Japan and of course, all the cute guys and lovely girl from Hudiskvall, Gavleborgs Lan Sweden! I love each and every one of you ya fuckin maggots. Send me "I LOVE BRYANBOY" pictures! I can never have too much of those.
New York City, BC, Canada, Rome Italy, Jakarta, Indonesia, Philadelphia, PA, Madison, Wisconsin and Singapore. Unless you’re legally blind, it should be obvious to you that people all over the world love me so you, yes you, should start loving me too.
Full-sized version of these pics plus all the random cheesemax that I love after the jump.
Is it "Donna Karan" or "Donna Karen"?
Breaking news… The Devil wore Donna Karen.
The fabulous folks at "The Devil Wears Prada" donated a "Donna Karan" outfit to a charity called "Dress for Success". The outfit is currently up for bidding on eBay.
Click here to view the auction.
According to the auction, the outfit comes with "Meryl Streep’s Donna Karen 2-piece black crepe top & skirt". The "Donna Karen" top features a shoulder drape neckline with dual clip closures and the "Donna Karen" skirt has a zip up back and a false hip pocket.
Oh dear. Poor Donna Karan.
NO SIZE IS INDICATED ON EITHER PIECE OF OUTFIT and it even includes a costume department wardrobe tag!
The outfit also comes with a "Certificate of Authenticity" signed by Premiere Props and an authorized representative of 20th Century Fox.
Take note how the certificate of authenticity reflects the one of my favourite Gwyneth Paltrow films, "View From the Top". Hahahahahaha!
Is it "Donna Karen" or "Donna Karan"? You decide.
All I can say is…
I guess it doesn’t really matter what dress it is or what people are paying for. The proceeds go to charity anyway!
Big shout out to Kristina from Toronto, who recently took a picture of herself doing the Infamous Bryanboy Pose.
I love you all! Email firstname.lastname@example.org or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
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I really should stop smoking. I’ve been feeling sick over the past several days… since last weekend to be honest. That’s why I didn’t go out. God forbid my lungs give up on me. I think I’m gonna visit my doctor first thing tomorrow afternoon when I wake up.
Also, I’ve been having weird sleeping habits lately. In fact, I slept at 1AM last night, only to wake up at 8:30 in the morning. I had an early lunch then I spent the rest of the day sleeping. I’m currently spending the next few days at my grandma’s – don’t ask. Too much drama involving the familia de horreur. I think it’s best to keep it amongst ourselves (and a handful of my closest friends). I’m on dialup so I’ll do a quick post.
"I exuuuuuuberate fantasticisms"
WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THE WORLD COMING INTO?
I’ve been outgayed by this platypus faggot in the Bronx, NY. Here I am thinking I’m the gayest gay that ever gayed… but wait until you see this.
"Where do I put my mink? I’ll put it on the floor even though it’s EXXXXXXXXpennnnnsive!"
Video and more commentary after the jump.
Bryanboy At His Rawest
People seem to have this impression that everything about me is fabulous. I don’t blame them because that’s the image I project: my life is fabulous, I love beautiful things, I drool over beautiful people, I go to nice places etc. Flaunt it cause you have it. Show it while you have it. Work it like you own it. Fake it till you make it. I dress like a princess but in reality I’m just a pauper.
In the past few months I’ve received no less than a dozen emails from people (shit, I dropped my cigarette on my crotch as I typed that sentence) with questions like "what does Bryanboy wear when he’s at home?" etc. I also get compliments from many, many people complimenting me about my skin, which I don’t really understand cause I have terrible, terrible awful skin. Hah!
It’s Monday afternoon and I just got up less than an hour ago. I’m dead bored so I figured, why not surprise you lot with what the OTHER SIDE of BRYAN looks like.
Take note of all that excess flesh… now you know why I’m promoting my watermelon diet… oh and all that stubble on my face. You probably don’t see it now but you will, later.
Anyway, all I wear at home is a plain ol tee and boxers. It’s all about comfort clothes here. No juicy couture sweats whatsoever. Sometimes I’d even roam around the house wearing nothing but some y-front briefs on.
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Now, If the image above isn’t shocking enough, the photo you are about to see will HAUNT you for the rest of your life and change the way you think of me — Le Superstar Fabuleux my fuckin asshole.
You know what I realized a couple of days ago?
Thousands upon thousands of you visit my website on a regular basis. From Sydney and Osaka, Hamburg, Arkansas and Malmo, Sweden to Buenos Aires, Argentina down to my homies in Los Angeles, CA and Jakarta, Indonesia, millions of you have visited my site since October 2004. It’s amazing how a shitload of people all over the world found my little corner of the interweb and the numbers are still growing. You’ve read all my stories, you’ve seen and laughed at what seemed to be tens of thousands of my hilarious (and often ridiculous) photographs.
(That’s me at Shu Uemura’s latest party)
Now that you’ve seen a (small) part of my life on my blog after all this time, it’s my turn to know more about you, my dear reader.
I’ve always been curious on who reads my website. I mean, it’s quite obvious from the hundreds of "I LOVE BRYANBOY" and "INFAMOUS BRYANBOY POSE" photos that you have sent me, but I believe that’s only a very small percentage of the people who read (and/or visit) my blog religiously.
Moscow Needs Some Faggotry. Big Time.
I’m sure you’ve heard the news on how Moscow’s first ever gay pride got trashed by a ton of nationalists, skinheads, religious fanatics and such. Thanks to Moscow’s homophobic mayor Yuri Luzhkov (who put a ban on the event), Russian fags and queers were deprived of such celebration… and some of them even got beaten up.