Well, the secret is out of the bag. As some of you already know, I did a quick shoot for Singapore’s Style Magazine and my solo editorial will come out in a few weeks. It’s gonna be awesome I’m telling you. I did several looks… girls, boys (there’s this GREAT scene involving a banana but I don’t think it’s gonna get published), mixed and everything in between! I’m so excited…and nervous at the same time! I hope I’m capable of giving good pictures. Hah! Here’s a quick video of me trying to WERK one of the looks for the camera. The key word is TRYING. LOL.
Trust me, getting the right shot for that look was harder than I thought. My legs are so short, stumpy and thick. Ugh! Sometimes I wish I was 6’2 but oh well. Nothing I can do about that…
I went out on Thursday night with some of Singapore’s lovely fashion bloggers. I wanted to have a quick dance before I go to sleep so we ended up at this club called “Play”. Most of the gay clubs were closed but that’s Singapore for you.
Anyway, the bouncer let us in for free. Natch! I was wondering where all the guys were… turns out, it was a lesbian night! I only realized this after 10 minutes of dancing and I saw chicks snogging on the stage!
It’s all fun and good. It’s quite interesting (and refreshing) though to go to a lesbian club especially in this conservative city/state. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t even think there’s a lesbian night/club in Manila and we have what, 14 or 15 million people in the city? That’s the third world for you.
Thank GOD for the weekend. I know I haven’t been posting a lot of updates as of late but I have so many things to do on my laundry list. It’s been crazy the past few weeks. Every day is a new day and 24 hours are SIMPLY. NOT. ENOUGH. Several insensitive readers even complained about the recent content of my site and how I should go back to “real” blogging. Whatever that is. Since when did blogging become a big fucking burden? An obligation? Although I completely understand where they are coming from, I, like everyone else, have my own set of P-R-I-O-R-I-T-I-E-S, a set of deadlines to beat. The problem with these people is that they expect far too much (which is already SO wrong) when, at the end of the day, they’re just spectators. I don’t even have time for a facial for goodness sake let alone sit here just to attempt to please everybody!
Enough whining. Here’s a super quick video of something I did for the next issue of Tank. Enjoy!
Tomorrow I’m doing L’Officiel. Which one… I guess I can’t tell.
And then I have my niece’s birthday to worry about.
God I need a vacation.
PS. I just read and re-read what I typed above and I apologize if I sound like a raging cunt. Don’t get me wrong. I *love* being busy. It’s all fun and good (while I’m still at my prime)… and I’m thankful for everything that is coming my way.
How well do you know Marc Jacobs’ history? I don’t usually like to get all soppy and mushy mushy but the people at Gay Bloggies asked the remaining contestants (myself included) to make a short video clip about any subject. The first thing person that came to mind was Marc Jacobs. A friend and I planned to do this whole "Leave Marc Jacobs Alone" thing like that loony bin who did Britney’s (and shall remain nameless) but I didn’t have the luxury of free time. Well, thanks to the Gay Bloggies deadline, I spent the entire day making/editing a NEW vid in good ol’ Bryanboy style.
See for yourself. I have a feeling the only ones who are gonna find this video hilarious are the fashion pack because of all the references I made, right down to my choice of music and spring 2008 styling. Do you really think the average, non-fashion-obsessed Joe from Lexington, KY knows Marc Jacobs used to be a different person? I don’t know. Do they even know who Marc Jacobs is?
In any case, I think it’s a fun, cheeky video. This, my friends, is what I call dedication.
And a note to the NYLONMILANPARIS fashion pack and my fashion fiends who know who they are: please feel free to vid to anyone you know who will forward this vid to Marc Jacobs. I have a feeling he’s gonna shit his pants and get pissed at me (or maybe he’ll laugh AND give me all the Marc things I want, you never know haha) but dammit I love that man.
Well? What do you think? Watch the video. I wanna hear your thoughts.
PS. It’s 9PM on a Friday and I’m going to sleep. I’ve been awake for the past 28 hours!!!
PPSS. I did it again! God damn I always do it. I think I must’ve said "you know" at least 58 times!! I figured it’s so much better NOT to read a script and babble away with whatever nonsense I could think of. When I tried to read my script, it was HORRIBLE. Horrible I tell ya.
PPPSSS. Jason Preston is actually a lovely guy. That guy is adorable!
Karl Lagerfeld I am not. I should’ve worn a more structured black something something on top of the white shirt instead of a black flowy flowy cardigan because we all know Karl is severe when it comes to his label but whatevs. LOL. Here’s a little clip of me doing what I do best: mince around town and burn my lungs. I took my gool ol’ sheer pants aka shants and my marc jacobs gladiator boots out for a spin whilst running some errands earlier. It’s quarter to midnight and I’ve been up since 8AM today. I’ve slept for only 4 hours! My head is spinning but whatevs. Busy, busy bee!
It’s funny how I deliberately walked past Starbucks where there’s lots of people but for some strange reason, no one stared at me. Bah. Damn ho bags are probably blind. It’s strange cause I walked past a restaurant before that and EVERYONE looked at me which is good because I love attention and I love it when people gawk and stare at me. Oh well, maybe it’s because that branch of Starbucks is having some sort of a blind person convention? Oh well. Anyway, if I can wear sheer pants why can’t you? We all know I’m not the prettiest bird in the flock but hella I wore mine with pride. I think you should, too. SHEER PANTS AKA SHANTS ARE FOR EVERYBODY!
Guess who dropped by at my 24-hour voicemail line? It’s the queen of all media, Perez Hilton!
What do *YOU* think?
Update: 11:06AM – I am getting tons of emails saying "that is not Peepee’s voice. WELL, that IS his voice. Check out the comments on my recent YouTube videos. Also, Perez emailed me saying he left me a voicemail message so go figure. Ask him if you must. Get over it.
BRYANBOY IN PIGTAILS! Well.. that’s a first. LOL. Anyway, like what I said, this has got to be the most hilarious (at least to me) video I ever made. Even funnier than my Mrs. Granny Bee video. BE SURE TO SET THE VOLUME HIGH cause the voice on the vid (past the music) ain’t that loud.
There are only two ways to unleash your inner ghetto fabulouzzzz best when it’s 3 o’clock on a Monday morning: bake yourself in a huge oven, or, cover yourself in black eyeshadow like I did. This video is dedicated to that amazing Columbia, South Carolina entity who left me the most hilarious voicemail message I have EVER, EVER, EVER received in my entire life.
I’m telling you guys, I believe in reincarnation and in my next life, I’m gonna be a gorgeous Somalian princess. Mark my words. Repeat after me: Mike will hook you up boy, hook you up!
It’s been a month since I made a video so here’s another one. Nothing special here, just me smoking and walking around — things I do best. Mauuuuureeeeeessssseeeeeyoooo I used the Madonna song (Secret Garden) you sent me!