Dockers Philippines recently held a media event launching Alpha Khaki, a cross-breed between jeans and daddy pants (classic khakis). It has the casual feel of the jeans using a heavier khaki fabric that wrinkles and wears like denim. You can read more about it in my BusinessWorld article here.
Aside from the raw version, the collection also has three finishes — the 1-year, 5-year and 10-year — in a variety of colors. We had to guess which detail belonged to which pants at the event. No, I was not looking at the model’s crotch. La la la.
From paper and cardboard furniture and lighting, London-based based design firm Paperself is using its laser cutting style to produce these elegant faux eyelashes. These pretty things are now available over at Sephora for $17 and 19$ depending on the size.
Jet Torres of Jette’s Kitchen sent over a couple of tins filled of happiness. She wanted me to try some of her handmade pastries for BusinessWorld’s food section.
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Choco Chip! I’ve been in search for comfort cookies for a while. I’ve been homesick these past couple of months and I just wanted to eat something that felt like it was baked right at home — these were perfect.
Callebaut White Choco Coco Walnut Cookie. According to her website, this is a new flavor and Jet’s personal favorite — “Soft chocolate cookie laden with fine Belgian white chocolate chunks and finished with premium coconut flakes and California walnuts to make it a chewy and crunchy bite all in one.” I’m not very much into coconut when incorporated in pastries or chocolates but this one is not that bad. I’m eating it right now!
Jet calls her cakes, ‘rounds.’ Organic Carrot Walnut with Philadelphia cream cheese filling. I’m irky about pastries made of vegetables, it’s just not right. Not my favorite of the lot but not to say that it’s not delicious in its own right. I’m just not a vegetable pastry person.
Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Swirl Banana. You can never go wrong with dark chocolate and banana. Nomnomnom!
Will be meeting up with Jet soon for a quick chat. Full story will come out on BusinessWorld, watch out for it!
Shangri-La Makati held “The Promise: A Wedding Fair,” this weekend. They had programs and talks, and other things. I was kind of late for the fair itself, so I didn’t get to see anything really but I was pretty much very early for the capping event which was a bridal fashion show featuring Fashion Watch Quartet designers. Inno Sotto welcomed the guests with a short speech and interesting enough, the general manager mentioned that collectively they have held at least 7,500 weddings since 1993.
Some of my favorites:
Gorgeous piece from Joey Samson. Nude hued fabric under lace. The detailing isn’t quite obvious here but the skirt is actually folded fabric pressed on top of each other. Very interesting texture, looked stiff from first glance but not really.
Fabric on fabric on fabric by Ivan Aseron. Wonderful softness in the skirt’s movement with a structured body for emphasizing a woman’s hour figure. Liked how it flaunts the waist and the hips, very sexy.
Detailed yet toned down by.. Uh, oh. Totally forgot who’s design this is!
An adorable twist to the conventional veil by Alex Pitong
Gretchen Barretto capped the show with a stunning cascading orchid bouquet.
Shangri-La gave out faux wedding rings. It’s actually an information packet on the different wedding offerings they have, it’s hidden beneath the top casing. Cute!
You can read my full article on BusinessWorld here.
I don’t know who to credit for the photos but the lovely Lesley and Angel of Shang made sure I got them on time. : )
I had dinner with my friend last Friday and refused to wear flats. I was out the whole day and an unforeseen “I-locked-myself-out-of-the-condo!!!” situation went on for about a couple of hours in the same evening. Long story short, I had to take the cab + train back to where I was to get my keys from my housemate. I think my foot died at some point. On my way back, I stumbled upon these lovely pair of flip-flops that were 50% off — got them for less than P50 (a dollar and a few cents).
Pretty dark blue braid detailing.
I feel like I’ve forgotten my artist self. Left behind way before I was able to discover who she was. I watched a video of an Aborigines (googled the spelling) man talk about how there are two kinds of people in this world, those who are asleep and those who are awake. I may be halfway in between.
I’ve been reading the blog of an 18-year old photographer/writer who I felt a connection with. She kept talking about her lover and all I could think of was you. I am writing you a letter, just because, just because I love you. I love you with all my heart. Sometimes it swells my heart so much that I just have to write it out of me or else I might explode into the tiniest of pieces and be flown away by the wind. I hope my love does not scare you, instead I hope it breathes life into you. Even if an ocean stands between us, my heart is right next to you.
I was lying in my bed at three in the morning, browsing through the selected pieces of the Alexander McQueen: Savage Beast exhibit, listening to Bon Iver’s first album (For Emma, Forever Ago), when the thought of our fifth monthsary crossed my mind. Happy monthsary, Love. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied with my life, so content but at the same time impatient and hungry for more. I’m contemplating (to Skinny Love, Track 3) on how much I’ve grown these past five months of loving you and being loved. The changes and conversion, sometimes miniscule, sometimes more obvious than a stop sign, has somehow consumed me without noticing. Where do I even start with all the things I’ve discovered about myself? In the process of loving you, I have learned to love who I am and who I am when I am with you. How could I have not known that I am actually very much able to love a person this, for the lack of a better word, intensely. Shouldn’t this have happened when I was 16? When I was youthful and oblivious to evil.. to reality. When I have yet to know what love was, which meant I could pour my soul out and sell it to the devil without hesitation. When love seemed to be a romanticized idea of morning rays peeking through lace curtains, fingers intertwined and the belief of eternity. These feelings and emotions and intensity and passion you conjure out of me, how is this all possible at 23? Nearing quarter life, a witness (and sometimes a victim) of how cruel life outside of television can really be, also a disappointed failure for a unicorn hunter, you learn that rainbows and butterflies and all that crap are just figments of your fucking imagination — because happiness is what you make of it, not a present wrapped in tinsel and christmas lights. My music player just started playing Bon Iver’s second album, Track 1 - Blood Bank. Funny, creepy in a way, how timely the song is. “Then the snow started falling We were stuck out in your car You were rubbing both of my hands Chewing on a candy bar You said, “Ain’t this just like the present To be showing up like this” As a moon waned to crescent We started to kiss And I said I know it well That secret that we know That we don’t know how to tell I’m in love with your honor I’m in love with your cheeks” Having you is an infinite loop of Christmas mornings. The sound of ripping paper and the silence of anticipation — a present you open with gasps of shock, the astonished kind and not in horror. A gift that was not on the Christmas list but surprisingly made you feel like you’ve wanted it for what seems like forever. That’s you, love.. you’re a Christmas morning. Once in a while, in the pile of presents, you open something disappointing or find exactly what you asked for or a trivial thing that’s useless or a tiny annoying one. But, it doesn’t matter does it? Because the pile is filled with love, filled with the thought that a person cared enough to wake up one day, think of you, choose to spend money not on themselves, stick their fingers together with tape, curse papercuts, and get down on their knees to crawl under the tree, just for you to shred it apart, rip it open, and decide whether it makes you happy or not. Who you are is a pile of presents. Everyday, I shred you apart, I rip you open and I decide whether parts of what makes you who you are make me happy or not. You make me feel loved and I love you for willingly giving me a bit of yourself every single day.