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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Woolworths!
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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Meedja Whore
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.
LIFEwithBIRD
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.
Beautiful Bondi Beach, Speedos Cafe, Bondi Icebergs
With the rush of fashion week behind us, Sonny, Patty and moi went to Bondi for food, fun and frolics.
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Bryanboy at Style.com
Have you seen me at Style.com recently?
I'm truly, truly honored! Thanks Nancy and Jason!
Totally Exhausted
It's 10PM on a Sunday and I just got back from a little cocktail thing with Sonny and Patty. I'm going to stay indoors tonight to catch up with my emails, blog entries (I have so many stories to tell!!), etc. I'm 104% exhausted. This is what happens when you haven't slept in Manila for 2 days before hopping on a plane for a 9 or 10 hour flight... and then try having 2-3 hours of sleep EVERY DAY in Sydney for an entire week. I look like a complete mess! I don't know how the fash pack does it but I feel like my eyes are literally gonna pop out anytime soon. I wish I brought my vitamins with me.
I look forward to having a good 2.5 hour full-body massage (+ facial, mani, pedi, etc... i'm getting the works!) when I return to Manila. As much as I had fun in the past week, I just want to go back home in my lovely cocoon in the third world.
Sydney... I shall see you again. We're not yet finished!
(and Melbourne, too)
Marc by Marc Jacobs Manila
Good lord our prayers have been answered! After 200 years of shopping online and overseas, the Marc by Marc Jacobs store finally opened here in Manila yesterday and the folks at Store Specialists Inc. (they own the franchise) threw a nice party and a little show for everyone. I was *THIS* close to not attending because I've been very antisocial recently (I also have soo many things on my plate). Thank god one of my friends slapped some sense to my face. What the heck, I have nothing to lose... and boy am I glad to be there!
Me with the super lovely Marc Jacobs folks who flew from New York. They're all so pretty and chica! We look like family and hell, I look underage haha!!
I met lots of people, both old acquaintances and new ones. It was VERY awkward at first; maybe it was paranoia or what have you but I felt like lots of eyes were on me. It also didn't help that it was friggin 400 degrees out and I'm wearing a bloody jacket. Hah! A lot of nice people asked to take my photo and I only have one thing to say to them: good luck how it turns out because I know I look fug in them! Hahhaha!
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To be quite honest with you, I know this is awful for me to say but I didn't go inside the store because I KNOW (104% SURE) I will end up with a few racks of clothes... I can't overspend now because I have a big event coming up (You'll know SOON!!) but judging from what I saw on the windows, my god, it was pure delight! EVERYTHING I want was there -- I have my eyes set on those geometric circle/polka dot tops with the collars... and a few shorts... bags... my god! It's soo me!!! Insanity! MarC my words; I'll go to the store again as soon as I'm done with my big project.
I love Marc by Marc. Welcome to Manila. It's about time!
Meet Your Maker
Touch my bum, don't be shy, this is life.
Manila after dark. Cheeky cheeky!
Oh Dear.
Thought I'd post a quick note from the boondocks. I'm sorry for neglecting my blog as of late. I have a super big event coming up (and no, it's not the Marc by Marc Jacobs Manila store opening tomorrow) and I'm running around town working out kinks, nuts and bolts.
Please bear with me. I'll be back in "full force" soon. Y'all are gonna be surprised what I'm up to these days... I couldn't believe it myself. This is big. Big! Huge! I even got a haircut and changed my hair colour yesterday because I hate my previous hair.
"OH."
My aunt called my mom earlier this afternoon in a panic. She's gonna play host to a foreign exchange student for a few months. It's her first time to host someone from overseas and she doesn't know what to do. The kid arrived today and my aunt wants my mom to "help out" since my mum is no stranger to... aliens.
This is how the conversation went over dinner.
Me: What does she want now?
Mom: Your aunt is hosting an exchange student who's arriving tonight.
Me: So?
Mom: She wants us to help out.
Me: What do you mean?
Mom: Show the kid around, hang out with him etc. You know there's barely anyone at their house. Everyone is working and the only ones who are there are the help.
Me: Where is the student from?
Mom: Australia
(in my head: OHHHHHH.)
Me: Boy or a girl?
(secretly hoping it's a hot jock!!!!)
Mom: Boy
(in my head: OHHHHHHH.)
Me: How old is he?
Mom: 15 or 16. I don't know. 15.
Me: OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(in my head: ok. fuggedaboutit. i hate children. dayum.)
Mom: What?
Me: Nothing.
(feigns ignorance)
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5 minutes later
Me: Is he fat?
Scared. Again.
It's 11PM and I'm supposed to do my usual late-night jog but I'm soo scared to get out of the house because one of our neighbors committed suicide yesterday. As in... it's the house beside the house beside ours. According to my mother (who is a hardcore gossip wag), the woman killed herself by slashing her wrists and by hanging herself with a belt. The woman fought with her husband... and then she ended it all while the hubby was in the shower. What makes it so suspicious is that the couple have a 3 year old kid. Where was the child when all of this was happening? Well, the man brought the child early in the morning to his sister's house. But why?
Me at the Post Office
This is probably the first time I've been "close" to death of non-natural causes if you know what I mean. It's too close to home. Literally. HELLOOO do you know anyone who has committed suicide? Probably not. Scary, eh? Well, I don't know the woman who died and I've NEVER had a conversation with her in the past so there. To be quite honest with you, I REAAALLY shouldn't care because it's not my business but I'm soo scared to get out of the house now. I'm soo scared of ghosts etc!!!! Their house is not on my path but the idea of some dead woman's spirit roaming around the street makes my balls shrink to the size of raisins.
I NEED TO GO JOGGING!!!
Moustache, Facial Hair and Dental Extractions
I have absolutely no idea what I'm getting myself into but a week and a half ago, I accepted a friend's challenge. She dared me to grow facial hair. I tried to do this in the past and I failed miserably but I want to do it again. For realz.
[WARNING: DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE/SCARED OF BLOOD ETC.]
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In response...
[This is a long entry so please exercise some caution.]
Study this pie chart carefully. Generated by my web stats program Sitemeter, this chart represents the **LAST** 4,000 visitors to my blog as of this hour.
That chart does NOT reflect the OVERALL demographic of my site but it should give you a rough idea of where the majority of my readers are located. That chart is dependent on the last 4,000 visitors who logged on to my site and the figures you see there fluctuates constantly based on the last 4,000 people who went to my site. Assuming 4,000 people from, say, oh I dunno, Norway, went to my site NOW then that chart will reflect 4,000 (100%) visitors from Norway.
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Bryanboy Loves Rafe Totengco
Can I tell you that designer Rafe Totengco is super duper super nice?
Rafe Totengco at Metrowear 2008, Manila Peninsula Hotel
Now. Y'all won't believe what happened the other day. It was rather funny and embarrassing at the same time. Funny for you because I know y'all secretly love it whenever I embarrass myself hahaha!
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