" I know that you can't live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living"
As you can see in my blog, I took out my funny "Suck My Balls" picture for something more appropriate at these times. I decided to be less cynical and more aware, knowledgable, and understanding. Don't get me wrong, you must be thinking "Why the sudden personality change? You're starting to write about things that has not have to do with fantasizing about screwing a hot guy or shoes?!" Trust me, I still want to screw Richard Gutierrez and male models. And you can all still suck my balls but this is really important to me.
Today, I received the package I've been waiting for. It's basically a tiny piece of fabric knotted to signify my support for marraige equality. Tying the knot, if you may. I also went to my friend's house to watch "Milk" and it finally sunk in that the social ridicule I go through is a walk in the park compared to the times where gay men where beaten and gay-owned businesses where raided for no real reason.
As much as my mother loves me, she voted Yes on Proposition 8 because she believed that it's against her religion. What she doesn't realize that there is a separation between church and state and it is definitely not fair to see my two brothers have the right to marry and I can not, which makes me feel like a second class citizen. And since then, I still bug her about the issue. Reality hasn't hit her yet and maybe something like that movie or a piece of cloth can change her perception.
You see, I did not get the white knot for me. I plan on giving it to my mother, with an attached paper showing information of marraige equality and a copy of "Milk" (also because she thought Spicoli was funny in "Fast Times At Ridgemont High").
What can you do? Click the link, check the site. Be informed. The knot costs a stamp. You know you love me, you wouldn't be reading my blog. You know you love the gays, we make things prettier. So why not support?
Last night I was out with my girls chit chatting over some cocktails, classy selections such as Korbel (Hah) and not hard liquor, and we talked about the "what ifs" in our lives.
"What if we went into the relationship too quickly"
"Should I have moved in with him?"
and the realistic yet dreaded question, "Should I just leave him?"
If you did not know us, you would think that we're just regular bitches bitching. But having friends who are mirror dreamers such as myself, these types of things are important since we live for love. Why am I talking about this? It's because Carrie Bradshaw re-entered my life lately. A few weeks ago, I have this beautiful friend from work, who I like to call Miss Double Dip because she loves her double scoop of 70 cent ice cream from Rite Aid as is not ashamed of it. She will totally kill me for that. Anyways, since we live near each other, I thought I would take her home and during this trip to her house, we ended up talking about each other's loves life and my dilemma emulated Carrie Bradshaw's.
Then again yesterday, after dropping off Miss Double Dip home, I sped to Mom's for some good old fashion Filipino food when I see my mother watching the Fourth Season. In that season, Miranda meets a handsome man training for the marathon who loves to eat out assholes. (Oh get over it, you're reading a gay man's blog for Cher's sake.) Awkward, yes. What's more awkward was that my mother quickly stared at me looking like she was going to ask me THAT question. And yes, I had to walk away from the situation. After that, I thanked my mother for the delicious food and left.
Okay this is where I relate myself to Carrie Bradshaw. It's detailed so beware...
This is how I see the four girls: Charlotte gets sex because of her class. Miranda gets sex because of her intelligence. Samantha gets sex because...well..you know. But Carrie...she gets sex not because she's not the best at everything but she has a piece of the other three WITH an amazing closet. That is me. I know I'm not the conventionally cutest but I am so comfortable in my own skin, it makes me god damn amazing. I am confident, smart, socially open, and although you don't see it, I'm...caring. And I'm not saying this to overempower myself. And I'm not saying this because I need a pick me up. I am saying this just because. And yes, it's a bit cocky but this is my blog, damn it.
I guess you can say, I'm happy because I put myself in a positive environment. I have my girls, my shoes, my closet and especially my self worth.
Post Script: One final Bradshaw comparison is translated best in this clip. Even down to the Dolce&Gabbana.
Being a hardcore Beyoncé fan, I was very excited to see her costumes for her Sasha Fierce tour, designed by Thierry Muglier (power 90's designer who designed the "Too Funky" costumes in George Michael's video).
What I'm not excited about is Spongebob on her head. Please, oh please, don't have that headpiece on the tour.
A few months ago, I put my name on a waiting list for the Marc Jacobs-Stephen Jones collaborated Boater hat. After coming from my high this weekend from my San Francisco trip, I thought it was over and I was about to sink back into reality. Out of nowhere yesterday, I got a call saying I was picked to get the Yellow Boater Hat from the Spring 2009 collection.
The best part is: They only made FOUR in North America. I about died. So many outfits to revolve around this icon 2009 Spring piece.
I am over my black Givenchy phase and heading towards Mary Poppins meets Georges Seurat's "Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte" (Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte)
Since last night, I have been on the verge of tears. I can't wait to pick it up this Friday.
I'm back from my trip to San Francisco. I will blog about that soon. But what I want to talk about is the Bay Area's aesthetic. From my observation, they tend to go for the "second hand, i'm new age" look which really did not do anything for me. Too casual in an unflattering manner...until I saw these two while clubbing. They found a way to take vintage in an appealing way and that is why they are in my style entry.
The girl is too amazing and I am so stupid to not ask her for detail shots on her bangles. But if you ever read this, contact me. I gave you my card, Miss Ferosh.
Yay! Finally, I am going to San Francisco with my three girl friends that I have known for more than 14 years collectively. Yes, they are my original fag hags since 1st Grade. I guess you can say that they contributed to my homosexuality. It felt like yesterday that I was hanging with them near the bungalows in the school playground, talking smack about boys.
I will try to update later in the day once I have arrived. Castro won't know what hit 'em when I arrive. HAH!
Girls, you know who that is? Right?! Me either. That my friends, is Stewart Bradley, NFL Linebacker for the Philidelphia Eagles. Following the footsteps of Sean Avery (Hockey Player who interned at Men's Vogue and opened many doors for him in the world of fashion), Bradley has accepted an interning position at Elle Magazine, focusing on his fashion career during the off season. At first I thought it was a big joke but then I read his blog recently and he made a great observation that rival's The Mean Girls/Regina George method:
“Having spent a few weeks in a nearly all-female office environment, I see that criticism is delivered in subtler ways (whatever people’s impressions are of fashion editors, there is no shouting here). My favorite is what I call it the 'criticism sandwich.' You’re probably asking yourself, 'What is a criticism sandwich?' but I’m willing to bet you hand out or receive these sandwiches all the time without realizing it. The CS (for short) is best described in an example. Let’s say Jane wants to tell Sally that the presentation she’s working on needs a better introduction. If Jane used a CS she might say something like, 'Sally, I loved the conclusion of your presentation, but the introduction needs some polish. And oh, what a cool necklace! Is it antique?' The only thing that Jane wanted to convey was that the introduction sucked, but by using the CS she gets her point across with less resistance (and fewer tears) from Sally.”
Although I'm sure he meant "vintage" rather than antique, he's...hate to say it. bangable now. Where can I line up? Come on...ProbsGay! Yeah, I dated a football player before. Enough said.
Move out of the way, bitches. I got to show off my Maison Martin Margiela jacket. Shoulderpads!
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who greeted me, called, texted, showed up to the bar, etc. You guys are amazing. When I woke up, I was really dreading being 23 until my Grandma called and gave me some spiritual words of wisdom. After that, it made me realize that I'm still young and I can do anything. And after THAT, I walked around town and threw my berét in the air a la Mary Tyler. Kidding.
I have a deeper appreciation in life. Although it's been rocky, I had a heart to heart with the guy of my dreams. It was really needed. I also got to hang out with mi familia and my mom cooked my favorite dish. Then it took me 3 fuckin' hours to get ready to dance my ass off. I had to rework on my hair a few times because it kept looking trashé. Everyone who's important in my life showed up. And we danced the whole night away.
By the end of the night, a friend and I went to her apartment and had some more heart to heart. Prior to that, she fought with the clerk at 7-11 over a bottle of champagne. We also boozed till 5am, watched 80's video on YouTube, and practiced our runway all night. I truly adore our friendship. Especially because she is as fierce as Iris Chacon. Now that is how you do a fab B'Day.
Remember the days of the Supermodel? Where they where as famous as A-List Actors? Well, The influences in fashion and it's former top supermodels are making a comback. You have seen Linda in Prada, Naomi in DSquared2 (Although she never really left), Claudia in Chanel, and Christy in Ballys. The cougars are back.
Although, less famous yet equally exciting was seeing Brandi Quinones (now signed with Ford Models) walking for Givenchy F/W '10 two days ago. Scouted in a mall at the age of 15, Brandi’s modeling career took off on the runways of Chanel, Jean Paul Gaultier and Yves Saint Laurent. She was featured on the covers of Elle and Vogue, and landed a spectacular 1994 debut as the first girl of color (A feisty Latina) in a Chanel campaign! We haven’t seen much of Brandi since the late 90’s, but we were delighted to hear that she was picked up by Ford in December 2008.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, my horrid life is preventing me from posting entries about...my horrid life. Now that the waters are starting to settle, I'll have more time, I'm sure. It seems like I've become less vibrant, so said a co-worker of mine. There was one day where my boss asked me if I was okay. Just because I'm not yapping, doesn't mean I'm depressed. I just go through phases where I bide my time. And besides, it takes up a lot of energy to constantly fag out.
I guess the root of it is that I'm at a point in life where my metabolism is slowing down, I'm in dire need of lipo and botox because this bitch is turning 23 next Tuesday. RIGHT?! Disgusting! I'm already going through mid-life crisis. Whatever.
Anyways, I walked near my computer the other day and out of nowhere, a book fell off the shelf. Huh..."The Devil Wears Prada". I call it fate. I have yet to finish the book and I always felt guilty that I haven't. I know I'm five years too late but better late than never. God, Andy Sachs in the book is such a cunt. And reading about skinny girls motivates me to be skinny. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
Disclaimer: I'm only half kidding. Please don't starve yourself. Leave that to professionals such as myself and La Lohan.
"And Andrea...
That Is All."
P.S. I'm happy that I'm pushing myself towards my dream. I'll update about that very soon.
I was having a shiteous day at work, as usual, when I see old Filipino ladies screaming and I see camera flashes. And then I realize that the "Leonardo Dicaprio of the Philippines" was in the building. Yeah, I fagged out too. After that stint, I realized that the guys in my homeland are starting to look fuckin' hot. There have been times where my gaysian friends and I would talk about the cute boys, especially this teen heart throb, Richard Gutierrez. Trust me girls, he is way cuter then that pic (I just chose it because it said "sausage delight"). I'm not really into Filipino guys but he is "yummy yummy screw-worthy". And he has a twin brother who is a ProbsGay...but less cuter.
This blog consist of semi-pessemistic, politically incorrect and fully fierce comments posted by one Fabuleux, Runway-stomping, Couture wearing Gaysian.
No, I'm not Bobby Trendy. He wishes.
Anyways this blog is used to talk about anything important in my life. I also post photos of fabuleux strangers in L.A. that posseses great style in a crappy-aesthetic city.
