Friday, October 21, 2011

Work Clothes

Okay, I've always tipped my hat to layout artists, especially those I've worked with in PDI, but doing that (points up) made me appreciate their skills and talent even more! Anyway...

I learned about Polyvore from Weekends in the City and I enjoyed reading her entry so much that I decided to try the fashion website as well.

Like WITC, I don't consider myself a fashionista, although, yes, there was a time when I was included in a glossy magazine for being one of the most fasyon college students in Manila. It wasn't a big dealthere were 25 of us (lol)but that experience made me realize that it is my responsibility to the public to look good. 


I'm kidding, I'm kidding!

Seriously. Having to do interviews as a student-journalist, i.e., introduce myself to people and gain their trust, made me conscious of the first impression that I gave. And I was in a creative field, so I had to keep up with the trends, and being young, I just had to belong. So yep, I did put a lot of effort into dressing up. Now, not so much because now, I have a desk job :-P Plus, I have that thing about editing my wardrobe down to the barest essential. Plus, dios mio, it's soo hot in Manila for guys to dress up. At least the ladies can twirl around in their dresses and air whatever needs airing, while we have to cover up our legs (although I think that's really for everyone's visual benefit).

So that above is pretty much my work look. I always roll up my shirt sleeves. Although standing next to the crisp-looking bankers in our elevator building each morning makes me look shabby, I just can't stand looking that yuppie. I commute to work so I always wear my sunglasses. I do have a scarf with a skull print, but I usually wrap it around my wrist. The bracelets, I've written about, though I don't wear them especially when I'm running late because it takes time to pull all those strings tight. And yep, my leather wallet is green, just not that exact brand but the shade is pretty close. I never leave home without a handkerchief. I've blogged about my Casio watch, which by the way, has been bought by many a friend because it is truly classic and inexpensive (though I need to replace my strap).

Bought a similar-looking woven belt from F21 last weekend. That led me to suspect that I am presently in love with the color green. Sneakers, check. Humongous leather bag, check. I'm all set.

By the way, I don't go around carrying my Moleskine outside my bag. I just had to place it there due to layout issues :-P

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


rating: 4.9/10

The trailer says it all.

I'm too bored to even write a review of the film. There were funny moments and I wasn't particularly irritated by anything in the movie (except for the cuts made by the  Movie and Television Review and Classification Board) but still, I could only muster a 4 rating because I'd much rather you spend your money on food or drinks or on dudes who'd be happy with lugaw and yosi. It seemed other people had that bright idea (lugaw sales were supposedly up 5 percent over Monday figures) since aside from my group of friends, there were only two other people in the cinema.

That isn't to say we weren't very bright, just equal opportunity enablers because we believe a movie that underscores Ryan Reynolds' finer qualities as a sit-ups enthusiast deserves our money. Unfortunately, the movie decided not to highlight such splendor, and instead focused on Ryan's ability as a thespian. This is sourly disappointing because as much as we love good acting, Ryan Reynolds's abs alone had a better shot winning the Oscars for Best Cinematography, Best Visual Effects, and Best Actor in a Supporting Role than Ryan himself being nominated for any category for this role.

Nevertheless, it's a good movie for guys and I won't even mention the few number of nipples that assaulted us onscreen (oops, I just did) because aren't we all dying to know what it feels like to be on the other side of the fence? Granted what I see across mine isn't filled with imageries of fatherhood and marriage and a law career, the heart-warming cliches this movie offers make me thankful for the wonderful things I have and do not have in life. But for P190? You can charitably feed lugaw to someone for several days for that amount and get the same satisfying feeling of virtuousness.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Shamcey x J.Walking

Pam invited me to join the Inquirer Lifestyle staff in interviewing Shamcey but unfortunately I had work.

I know, I know :-(

She and Tatin did ask her to say hi and I pretty much bounced with glee as I saw this on Twitter, lol.

I never owned an Apple product, but now I can actually say thank you, Steve Jobs.

Figure drawing for men's fashion

One of my frustrations is that I can't draw guys. I find it more difficult to draw their proportions correctly and make the sinews look as natural or realistic as possible. I rarely draw them that I only have one drawing of a guy on record, and it's way too simple at that. If I could read my signature correctly, I made this 12 years ago:

A few months ago, I bought drawing materials and began sketching again. This was largely because of the Miss Universe pageant so I never really thought about men's fashion illustration until Mon gave me this yesterday:

I was blown away, first by the idea that I may still work on this frustration after all; and second, by how detailed this book is. It gives lessons on proportions and features chapters on details such as facial features, hairstyle, hands, feet, draping, lighting, and poses. It left no stone unturned!

Skipped this part for now

Interesting and helpful but I skipped this part for now, too.
Same with this, although this should also be helpful in my women's fashion illustration.
Hard to skip this part but yeah, lol!
So that's how you draw those armpits

I like how the authors were considerate so as to include as many poses as possible, lol.

Hip hop! I like hip hop fashion :-)

Lots of tips for runway illustrations

Here's my first attempt. I want to train my hands to draw a masculine figure as naturally as possible. Whenever I sketch, I automatically create curves for the boobs and I cinch my models' waist so when drawing dudes, I find it hard to keep the torso boxy yet sexy at the same time.

Ayan, armpit pose, lol. Drawing those abs is really tricky.

For now, I'm going to concentrate on finding my model's balance; I want my guys to have a natural swag. Here, I'm trying to make him look like he's a Dolce & Gabbana model but instead, he's looking pretty stiff and constipated here, lol:

When I've improved maybe I can ask real male models to pose for me no? ;-)

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

No Other Woman

rating: 3.5/10 (plus 0.5 for the welcome absence of product placements, which Star Cinema is known for)

At the beginning of the movie, Ram (Derek Ramsey), a furniture designer, explains how you make someone fall into your trap so you could eventually get what you want from him/her. The advice only works for hot people because the way to do this, as perfectly demonstrated by the lead characters, is to preen and pout the whole time, show off your armpits, flip the hair, flash the underside of your boobs, flex your biceps, and once you have your target panting after you, leave him/her for good. No one in the screenwriting department bothered to give these characters wit, humor or intelligence because apparently, good looks and wealth are enough; although let's face it, that is true as far as some cases in the real world go.

So we see hot people with no ability to draw me into their conversations: they talk about themselves a lot, including problems that are really non-problems.

Cara (Anne Curtis): I don't like big beds because I don't like it if there's too much space. It makes me feel alone... you know what I'm saying?

Me: Girl, kebs.

Such convoluted explanations are what's so frustrating about this film. At one point, we even see Ram having a conversation about golf with his lolo on his deathbedwhat for?! This is a movie about Ram's adultery! If we saw Derek's bulging crotch, that would have strengthened the movie's premise much better, and yes, I'm being serious about this. (e.g., "Ang laki naman pala ng etits ni Derek kaya pinag-aagawan sya nila Anne Curtis at Cristine Reyes [the wife, Sharmaine].") It's also curious why Cara, a man-eater and who could otherwise get any man she wants by flaunting her armpit, would fall in love with Ram. He's not smart, funny or witty; he plagiarizes the designs of Kenneth Cobonpue; and his good looks can only go so far as a few trysts may goso what makes these gorgeous women salivate over Derek? The film might as well have demonstrated the power a huge penis has over its sexual subjects if it couldn't provide its female characters depth (there's a bad pun in there somewhere).

If they are not talking, then they are having sex. The "sex scenes" weren't good enough for me either because I've seen sexier times between Jollibee and Twirlie.

The characters are vapid; no one seems to be in need of money; no one is likely to be the country's president; and they don't appear to be having great sexwhy are these people so desperate for each other?

For all its over-explanations in areas which are non-concerns in the realm of adultery, the movie failed to establish why having sex, and consequently, falling in love with a person you're not committed to is worth gambling your relationship with your husband/wife for.

Monday, October 03, 2011

Friends with Benefits

rating: 9.9/10

I was smiling, if not laughing, the whole time the movie was shown because, aside from the stellar casting and dialogues, it was amusing to watch our heterosexual sisters and brothers jump through hoops just to have meaningless sex!

One would think it shouldn't be a problem to engage in such coupling really, especially if you are Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis. We assume that by their hotness, whoever they are paired up with end up deranged or in a fit of hysteria brought by unrequited love. However, in the movie, as it is in movies, they're the ones who apparently need to keep their emotions in check.

There's a newsflash: hot people get rejected too!

Once you get over thatactually, it shouldn't be hard as you'll see in the beginning of the movie; they get dumped respectively by hot people toothen it becomes easier to ride along the premise because Justin and Mila are very casual and nonchalant about their hotness, and so you think it may just be possible that they have to deal with these proletarian issues like we normal people do, lol.

Digression: Don't you just love hot people who are like that? Yesterday, I was watching this reality show which featured couples preparing for a dinner party. This guy, who was otherwise gorgeous, prepared the meals shirtless under his apron! Yack; god knows what bodily sheddings ended up in those dishes. I'm not really a fan of hot people who are ingratiating in their hotness, if that makes sense :-P To demonstrate: I love Hideo Muraoka but Fabio Ide irritates me. Both are hot, but they 'deal' (lol) with their gorgeousness differently.

Going back to the movie, aside from the leads' onscreen chemistry and hilarious conversations, I really loved Richard Jenkins, who played the father of Justin. That scene wherein he gripped his head in frustration because life is so shortwow, that really provided me with a beautiful perspective, particularly on birthdays. Mine is coming up and I always whine about how I'm getting older blah, blah, blahbut that scene made me think about the people who would love to have more birthdays but their clocks just won't tick further for much longer, or they've stopped ticking altogether.

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

"The past few months we've been filming time lapses of the beautiful desert sky in Utah. These ended up working perfectly with Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson's arrangement of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.' We hope you enjoy it!"

Childhood, stars and nighttime...

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