Limited-Edition Greens by Bryanboy
While every blogger and their pet chihuahua are coming out with t-shirt lines, I, in coordination with my friend Jamie, have come up with my limited-edition line of gourmet greens. They’re currently being sold at Franprix in Paris. Who knows, perhaps someday when we find a bajillionaire who will toss our salad invest in us, like, oh I dunno, Lapo Elkann, we’ll sell my greens around the world, no?
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Mugged in Paris.
It's 6:30AM here in Paris. I just got back at the apartment after spending 2 hours at the French police station. I was mugged and had to file a complaint. I went out at around 4AM to take cash from the atm to pay for my cab fare to the airport later and to try to find a place where to get cigarettes but these 2 guys followed me and asked me to hand over my Chanel bag. To be honest with you, I wasn't worried about the bag, cash or what have you. My only concern is that the bag has the keys to the apartment. I have a flight in a few hours and I haven't packed yet!
To cut the story short, right after I got mugged, I went to the payphone and called the French police — hello, I already had my phone stolen a few days ago. Within seconds, I kid you not, 2 cop cars with 8 or 9 policemen went to the payphone where I'm at. I was crying etc.
One of them asked me what the thieveslook like so I said there's 2 guys, blah blah blah. They told me to get inside the car really quick and they drove around the streets really fast. I wasn't sure what was going on until I saw the 2 guys who mugged me walk down the street so I told the cops that's them!
They were able to recover my Chanel bag, keys, etc. The had to keep the cash though as evidence until the judge does something this afternoon but alas, I'll be gone. I'll just ask a friend to get the cash.
Anyway, I'm fine now. I'm safe, alive, and I'm alright. I lost a few things but they are irrelevant. The two guys are in the hands of the police, hopefully the judge will do something about it.
It's amazing how efficient French police are. Seriously. They searched the streets for my keys… I'm totally impressed. Thank you thank you thank you so much.
PS. OMG I know this isn't appropriate to say but jesus fuck, some of the police officers were GAWWWWWJUS!
PPSS. Ok ok I better get going. I'll pack my stuff now. It's Tokyo time!!!
Benoni Loos at Dunhill Spring/Summer 2010
Yep it’s Benoni again! I guess it’s obvious that he’s my fave boy this season. *L*O*V*E* LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!
Backstage buddy Sonny wanted to take photos of me with Benoni (who tried to pull me) but I told them I don’t want to be photographed beside models. I know, I know but look… please don’t make me feel uglier than what I am now. I’m very shy and insecure. Haha ;)
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Look where I went the other day.
Like what I've always said, if my entire closet vanished into thin air and I won the lottery the next day, be assured my closet would be full of…
The first thing I'm gonna do when I get home is buy a lottery ticket.
Paris Gay Pride
Well well well what do we have here? Could we be anymore opposite?
More pictures AND videos to follow.
Who wants to go to Le Depot or perhaps Sun City… anyone?
Love is a game.. it drives me insane
Love is a game… it drives me insane. I feel no shame and won’t take no blame.
Before I begin with my usual spiel, let me tell you that my "111" (one pill, one fruit cup and one glass of milk a day) diet didn’t work for me. It was terrible. It fucked my head up completely. I spent the entire time popping sleeping pills because I got dizzy all the time from the lack of food. That’s why I haven’t updated my blog recently. Well, that and the bollocking typhoon too.
Merci, Au Revoir, Bon Soirée
As always, Paris never fails. I’ve been here for 9 days and in spite of everything nasty that happened to me, I had a bloody good time.
Almost every square inch of this city reeks of beauty and surprise. There is always something new to see and someone new to meet. I spent the entire afternoon walking around Paris, from Le Marais, to St. Germain De Pres, to Louvre-Rivoli and St. Honore to Madeleine, Les Halles, Republique, etc.
(First 3 pictures are from a shop called "Shine" near my hotel. It’s a shame they’re closed on Sundays. I haven’t even been inside it. Ugh. Those necklaces are fucking gorgeous.)
(A collection of vintage French Vogue)
(A trip to Paris isn’t complete without seeing Hermes… again, it’s a shame they’re closed. They have an abundance of gorgeous bags on the window!!! Where’s that baseball bat when you need it?)
Sadly, I have to bid adieu to the city of lights in about 12 hours. I have to wake up first thing tomorrow morning (or I could stay awake and just enjoy my last few hours). I also have to pack. God knows how I’m going to fit all of my shit in my suitcases. FedEx is NOT an option because there’s no time (and they’re closed at night).
Most cafes and restaurants are closed today so I thought it would be cool to channel my inner trailer trash and ordered a huge pizza and 10 chicken wings. Meet my last supper. In Paris.
I have many, many, many more beautiful pictures in my camera. I’ll create a photo album when I get back to the third world.
On that note, let me pack my bags.
Wish me a miracle.
I love you all.
Edit: Contrary to what people think, no, I am NOT anorexic. I’m PRO-ANOREXIA though.
Au Pied de Cochon
Last night wasn’t so bad after all. If anything, it was kinda tres super.
I was starving at around 12Midnight – my only meal yesterday was canapes from Fauchon.
Sadly, most restaurants in Paris were closed. I asked the hotel receptionist whether there are any brasseries nearby that’s open for the night. He said I could go to the “Au Pied de Cochon” at rue Coquilliere.
So I did.
The service and the food was excellent. I had a prawn cocktail followed by scallops provencale and a bottle of chablis.
(That’s a French family right in front of me. The 2 teenage kids went out so they’re not on the photograph. They were SOOO noisy; in fact, everyone was merry and singing… except for me. All I did is flash a smile or two whenever someone smiles at my direction.)
Au Pied de Cochon is not posh by Parisian standards but hey, any place that is open at fuckin 1 in the morning on Christmas day will suffice.
Apres dinner, I walked back to the hotel, snapping at random things that caught my eye.
As I walked near the hotel, this very young-looking French guy, perhaps no older than 22 (and about 4-5 inches taller than me) approached me and asked for a “fire”.
I channelled my inner blonde and asked him what he meant.
He grabbed a packet of cigarettes from his coat and waved it at me.
That’s when I knew he wanted a light.
The guy couldn’t speak English.
I gave him a box of matches that I had and said our au revoirs.
I walked for about 5 minutes and the guy shows up again.
This time he was saying all sorts of stuff and smiling.
I thought ah… he didn’t want a light. He wanted a Christmas fuck.
He then said something (in broken English) if he can kiss me because it’s Christmas/Noel.
I said “oui, pourquoi pas”.
The rest was history.
The best part of staying in Marais is the fact that there’s soo many alleyways and side streets you can go to if you want privacy.
And there you have it.
If Virginia is for lovers then Paris is for fuckers.
It’s 11:57AM, I want to have lunch and I’ll take more pictures. It’s my last day in Paris and I’m bound for another city first thing tomorrow morning.
Merry Christmas to each and everyone of you.
Seasons Greetings My Fucking Ass
and a Joyeux Noel to you too from my John Galliano-ed oversized wool & cashmere twinset (tank + cardigan) covered ass.
Believe it or not, even some of the world’s most fabulous clothes aren’t enough to cheer a lonely little girl like me on Christmas Eve.
(What I need is a fucking Vacheron Constantin watch and a Boucheron necklace. I’m kidding.)
I mean, it’s almost 9PM and I’m all alone.
In my hotel room.
Isn’t it sad? I thought I’d have a good ol’ grand Christmas in Paris.
I’m soooo fucking homesick!!!!!!!!!
Not even Kate Moss can keep me company.
I miss the third world.
I miss my familia de horreur.
I even miss my mom’s annual Christmas drama and her (or should I say the maid’s) Christmas chicken noodle soup – it’s been a family tradition to have chicken noodle soup on Christmas Eve.
I miss being dragged to the church for Christmas Mass by my father. Heck, Christmas is the only time I’ll go to church – to thank God for all the blessings, to ask God for MORE blessings aka more Chanel.
I spent the entire afternoon walking around Paris. I ended up spending an awful amount of time at Fauchon, buying edible presents – chocolates, tea, more chocolates, more tea, foie gras, pate, jam, preserves etc.
God knows how I’m gonna carry all of them home.
I don’t need empty suitcases.
What I need is a miracle.
I think I’m going to start packing my shit.
I know all of you are having fancy schmancy Christmas dinners and gift opening ceremonies with your respective families.
I have one thing to say.
Fuck each and every one of you.
Because I know I won’t have that 10 extra pounds to lose by 2006.
Merry Christmas and Seasons’ Greetings. I love you all.
Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax
1. Bryanboy loves people from Owensburg, Indiana, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Vancouver, BC Canada, Beijing, China, Heidkaten, Germany, Finksburg, MD, Toongabbie, NSW Australia, Playfair Estate, Singapore, Melbourne, VIC Australia, Chapel Hill, NC and of course, people from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Bryanboy loves y’all!!! Identify yourselves, bitches and say hi!
2. My winter escapade is drawing to an end. I’ll be back in the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives sometime next week!
3. Hannah Matronic, I got your email. Please send me your cellphone number ASAP. If I were you, skip Boracay. Let’s hit Embajada and Greenbelt next weekend… or better yet, throw a coming back party for me. Me, me, me, me, me. Because I’m special. I already had enough beer cans and footlongs it’s time for me to go back to my roots and eat good ol’ Vienna sausages, Filipino style.
4. Gonna take your mama out all night, yeah we’ll show her what it’s all about. We’ll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne, we’ll let the good times all roll out. And if the music ain’t good, we’ll it’s just too bad, we’re gonna sing along no matter what. Because the dancers don’t mind at the New Orleans, if you tip ‘em and they make a cut.
5. Are you sick and tired of the usual "old-world" elegance and charm? Here are 2 hotels in Paris you should stay at.
- Hotel Sezz (http://www.hotelsezz.com)
- The rooms are on the smaller side but it’s very modern and chic. The bathrooms are GORGEOUS though not for the faint-of-heart. The only downside is the fact that thick and transparent glass separates the bathroom and the bedroom; you can literally see what’s going on inside so be sure that the person you’ll go here with is someone you won’t mind looking at you when you do your rituals (bath/shower/shit/etc).
Anyway, the service is excellent and the people there sure do know how to take care of you. Virginie was my personal assistant there and she attended to all of my requests. Rooms start at 250Euros per night.
- Hotel Petit de Moulin (http://www.paris-hotel-petitmoulin.com)
- Prepare yourself because this hotel is one of the best hotels I’ve been in my life. Everything about it is a feast to one’s eyes. My pictures don’t do it justice… you have to see it for yourself.
The bedroom is on the larger side, the bathroom is to-die-for. The bath tub is HUGE. You can literally fit 3 or 4 people easily. The decor is just absolutely amazing – it’s Lacroix, darling. Location-wise, it’s on a quiet street in Marais and within walking distance to various places on the 3rd arr. Rooms start at 200Euros per night.
More updates later. This was supposed to be a long update but I’m late for my hair appointment.
Who knows, I might even miss it.
Merry Christmas to each and everyone of you. I love you all.