05 April 2006
fumafashion manila
in the first place, i didn't even know that we had a solid fashion scene, let alone a proper fashion week. here in manila, even the girl in the gaudiest attire, just as long as the supreme effort in putting it together is evident, is dubbed "fumafashion."so when our caster said that he had tickets, i had to check it out. well, not really. when those tickets were offered to me, i did not really show interest. we were having lunch at greenbelt and i was facing that fountain on the second floor, the one that is iluminated by alternating colored lights at night. that fountain was legendary for a deeply profound, semi-fashion related reason: there was this super(?)model schoolmate and upon seeing the fountain (it was night), she exclaimed: "wow they change the water every so often." that was her take on the wonderful technology of the multicolored fountain. i think she graduated.
anyway, so i totally ignored the tickets. i was like, yeah i'd want to check that one out but who the hell's going to go with me. but then, as it happened, ler scored passes to the opening of fashion week--a total wine and whine experience which i missed only because i did not take the tickets when it was offered. he had fun shooting photographs and had every intention to go back to shoot more. so first thing i did on monday was to ask for passes and they came to me in a bundle.
tomorrow's going to be a bash at embassy: "come in your most imaginative tribal costume or dress up fabulously in your trendiest drag ensemble." if that doesn't excite me, i don't know what can. hmmm, booster shots? anti-rabis shots? i don't know. perhaps i shouldn't be too opinionated on this matter because i haven't even decided that i am not going, and that i am not going as either a tribal man or tribal woman.
but believe me, i'm willing to wear anything (or nothing) as long as i am going with this hot model (thanks ler, for the yummy pix):
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