Friday, November 6, 2015

Summer in November


This is the only tank top I own, I promise! After Nice Try Bro took a jab at my DIY-ed mesh mess, I never dared again. Somehow tank tops just don’t like me: shoulders not broad enough, arms not ripped enough – but what the heck! I’ll wear what I like to wear. Just not anywhere where anybody knows me, hehe.


I know, the year hasn’t even ended yet, but I’m already looking forward to a new first quarter. Another trip to Bangkok, but not before hitting the beach again this Christmas break.


I hope I can be forgiven thinking that this tank top looks good on me, because I really like its Life Savers stripes.


Maybe I just don’t look the part.


A break, a holiday, can save one’s life.


Don’t think I’ve worked harder than I have than in 2015.


But that is, of course, just a passing thought. I thrive under pressure and can’t bear not engaging myself with multiple projects. So I’m holding my breath, because there’s more work to be done in the last remaining months.

Tank Top, Pedal and Stripe, from People Are People
Cargo shorts, Lee
Shoes, Dr Martens
Ralub Red Coral Bracelet, Bosquejo
Delgaditta Wood and Gold Bracelet, Bosquejo
Movox Malachite Bracelet, Bosquejo

Photographs by Jullian Mendoza

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

My leather notebooks


This pile represents years of writing. 

The oldest notebook comes third from top, with a patched suede cover. It was given to me by a friend from high school and college. You know, one of the nerds/geeks I used to hang out with. What’s not shown here, though, are the loose binder inserts where I wrote down new Filipino words, as a way of committing them to memory, during the time I was arduously shifting poetry writing from English to my mother tongue, or lingua franca.

The top and bottom notebooks I bought locally from bookstores. Both have not been filled yet to the brim with my poetry notes. The smaller one is useful whenever I cannot use my iPhone, ie during plane lift off, etc.

The fourth notebook from top bears plants and butterflies on its cover and was bought at an art market in Beijing. The second one is actually not a notebook but a pad with a leather case, which I bought in Bangkok. I love the leather and how it has to be tied shut.

There was a time, before I bought my first iPhone and laptop (I have disposed of them by now), that I really only wanted a Palm Pilot in my pocket so that I could have a dictionary I could refer to on the go, together with whatever book I had with me, which I kept in my bag and brought out whenever I was stuck in traffic in a family car or in public transport.

Even if technology has allowed me to synch my notes from my phone to my laptop, nothing quite replaces the pleasure of using pen on paper. I still keep the smallest notebook in my bag, just in case – not just for technical emergencies, but for times I want more physical evidence of what I’m doing.

This image is a reminder of how much work there is yet to do. More notebooks to fill. More distractions to avoid. And yes, this serves as a valid excuse not to post a cameo of yet another outfit, which during times like these I really do not want to be bothered with.

I will also be posting this on my new Instagram account devoted to books and writing (@boraborador). I know, this is my fourth after @lbosquejo, @miguelpaolocelestial, and @bosquejobazaar. No matter how I want to resist compartmentalization, I find it necessary to keep me sane.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Red dam and blue waters


Taking the office dress code to heart, well almost. Is it really that obvious I’m wearing jeans?


Truth be told, when I grabbed this braided belt from the racks, I didn’t realize it was from Uniqlo’s women’s department. Would have bought a manlier piece from Hackett, in a lovely shade of tan, if not for the logo in front.


Oh, well. At least it matches my braided loafers, which I insist on wearing sockless.


The forehead scar is not part of the office uniform, mind you. Second dumbbell mishap at the gym (in the same place, I think). I’ve learned to hide my bloodied sweat towel (almost as red as my bracelets) – also learned to settle for a lighter weight until I can safely avoid accidents.


Yes, this shade of dried-blood red. 


Taking everything in stride. Stay as casual as my skinny stretch chinos. I’ve learned to wait this long anyway, just enough to keep the dam from breaking.

Oxford shirt, belt, and jeans, Uniqlo
Cashmere cardigan, Uniqlo +J
Shoes, Bass
Iaspis Red Jasper Bracelet, Bosquejo
Kaspre Red Tiger’s Eye and Jasper Bracelet, Bosquejo

Monday, October 19, 2015

Spots and stripes


I know, it’s too early for New Year’s lucky polka dots. But October is way past its midpoint and before you know it the year has already come to a close.


By now the two storms that were expected to ravage the metro have gone. Thankfully, their arrival was not marked by nervous and livid skies.


Speaking of the color purple, am I the only one excited for the upcoming film adaptation of Macbeth? With Marion Cotillard, no less, who stains her hands.


These pictures were taken last month. As I write this, I can still hear aluminum sheets shivering in the distance.


How best to mark the passing of time? By scars and bruises, by coins accumulated, or by prayers left yet to be answered?


Always, something must be left out of focus, for any detail to be deciphered.


Or, as most do at the end of the year, only notice the highlights.


Should we look at the shape of a constellation or the color left by a supernova?


I prefer to look at patterns, changing alignments.


From sketch to derailment.

Polo shirt, Fred Perry
Jeans, Dior Homme
Belt, Izzue
Boots, Dr Martens
Fremin Fowlerite, Garnet, and Amber Bracelet, Bosquejo
Felox Fowlerite and Gold Bracelet, Bosquejo

Photos by Jullian Mendoza

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Over the ledge


Through the chaos of my life runs through a placid river of blue. Conversely, the order of events is disrupted by a cacophony of possibility.


Many times when I climb staircases my heels miss the steps. 

What flashes through my mind is a dizzying confluence of consequence. Without being morbid, things I take for granted, for a fraction of a second, suddenly become urgent.


From left:
Hiekka Howlite and Picture Jasper Bracelet, Bosquejo
Hasbio White Howlite and Jasper Bracelet, Bosquejo
Sablo Howlite and Picture Jasper Bracelet, Bosquejo


I am always grateful for being careless, because never forgetting the feeling of losing balance has its way of reconfiguring stubborn conclusions.


Not everything is set in stone; change is fundamental.


One falls into a different feeling of vertigo or nausea every time you approach a ledge or precipice.


Every river bears a different name, Heraclitus.

Shirt, Uniqlo + J
Chinos, CottonOn
Belt from an Italian market
Shoes, Dr Martens
Bracelet, Bosquejo
Knit tie, thrifted