Fashion week and wife beaters

I had a quasi-reunion with my college blockmates the other weekend. It was entirely spontaneous; meaning, the usual group of people called me up the very last minute telling me to get my sorry ass to Greenbelt ASAP. Okay, maybe it isn’t spontaneous as this is how our group ends up meeting every single friggin time. So maybe I should just say ‘as usual.’

Anyway.

As it happened, my bum was very much glued to a canvass-covered mono block seat at the Rockwell Tent where the 10th annual Philippine Fashion Week was having its opening gala premiere. Hell, if there’s one thing I love about my job it’s getting passes to events like this. I know I probably spend 80% of my blogging time ranting about work but I decided to skip on the rant part tonight. Hehe

After all, who would rant about seeing runway displays of this season’s hottest fashion must-haves?

I love the deconstructed look. Reminds me of that dress Jay did for Project Runway. I think it was the Banana Republic challenge. His design wasn’t the one the judges selected (they chose psycho Wendy’s) but I loved his best.

Lovin’ the fun japanese print:

And I love this dress:

And the frostings that go with it.

Speaking of hot fashion accessories, I’d love to get me one of these:

I’m a sucker (emphasis on the word SUCKER here) for men who look like they have wife-beating tendencies. Plus pogi points for the ones sporting more than one tattoo.

I’ll probably end up marrying Johnny Depp’s character in The Libertine. Or worse, given how I am suddenly a tattoo lover, Tommy Lee. Which basically alludes to a future filled with bruises of every color, bone fractures, deformities, lame ‘it-was-an-accident’ excuses and countless hospital visits. Ouch. Why must life be about trade offs and compromise?

One of my really decent guy friends (such a sweetheart, really) was asking me to explain why (WHY?! *slams drink on table*) girls end up falling for (and the term he used was) assholes when there are more decent ones literally staring them right in the face. And I couldn’t really explain it in a way that wouldn’t make me sound like the ultimate masochist.

So I just shrugged and said, “ Beats me.”

Haha.