Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Ben Sherman: button up, it's the law

Buttoning up the top button of your shirt is something that’s been done to Ben Sherman shirts since 1963. It is a deliberate style choice that exudes ‘Britishness’ and personal pride. It’s the final touch that finishes the look.

We #buttonup, do you?

Here's something to watch while I spend the day editing pictures from my shoot last Saturday. And yes, it does include a Ben Sherman shirt (black, with black-on-black micro checks), but not exactly buttoned up since I wouldn't be able to breathe. Though the video above does remind me that I haven't visited their Manila stores for a while now. (My wallet cries argh!)

Check out their selection of shirts here.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Morning drift


Almost forgot I had this picture in my drive, taken on August 30, when I had to leave the beach in Davao early to catch my flight back to Manila right after lunch. (More pictures here on my visual diary.)

Now I'm up early and back at work. So excited to start showing you, my dear readers, what my friend and I spent all afternoon doing yesterday: a new photo series in the tradition of my Gray areas set. But before that there's still half of the weekend ahead. Good morning!

Bags: Beams Plus, thrifted; Fred Perry

Friday, September 12, 2014

Breaking in, breaking through


Remember our backyard? Well this is the only strip of space remaining beside the tamarind tree. Am standing on a bed of dirt, ashes, dried and decaying leaves, and stinky cat turd. Am not sure why the carpenters and masons decided to wrap the perimeter’s barbed wire around the tree’s trunk.


Do I still hang on to my rusted ways? Let’s just say that the wounds have healed and the tetanus cured.


Here is the third pair from my thrifting trip early this week. Comfortable enough to ditch the socks (cleaned the pair already and it has passed a breaking in). Also: you know how much I love woven leather.


Fortunately, morning light still slants past the roof of the extended house, offering an otherworldly glare. Covered by the piles of gravel and discarded wood, trapped in the refuse made sticky by absorbed rain are half-masticated dreams.


Am sure the tamarind tree is happily soaking up the rich mass of decay.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Superdry: Tis the season to be smug


So the -ber months (September-December) have finally come upon Manila. Besides being finally able to wear pullovers in the morning without breaking much of a sweat, those who like to walk can wander around for longer hours under the sun. 

Left: Superdry Winter Washbasket Shirt, right: Superdry Nautilus Knit


While it is still not advisable to take out your leather jackets, much less shearling, at the very least, we can put to use our lighter knits and clothes made of heavier fabric.

Left: Superdry Ryan Jacket, right: Superdry Fur Super Satchel

Connection problems


Because I have such high standards for myself, it is very easy for me to get frustrated. Even angry. 


I am of course aware that many times I project my expectations and this anger (my apologies!) on others.

If only things were as well thought out and as well crafted as these vintage Bally brogues I thrifted recently (okay, so there is one more pair left to show from my shoe thrifting spree).


There was a time that I used to shout at poor hapless customer service representatives – from phone bankers to utility technicians. I know, I live in the third world and should get used to lousy service.


But what I can’t accept are useless answers scripted by one and all of this country’s monopoly providers (landline, broadband, cable, etc). It just drains my energy, which is better reserved for more productive things. (At the moment there is no signal from Sky Cable and internet signal has been intermittent from PLDT broadband for over a month now. Yeah, I know. What else is new?)


Funny though that this is not the only type of connection I have problems with. 


The boyfie poked fun at me recently because I over-interpret things. When I don’t, I then, he says, take things too literally.


People also don’t get my sarcasm. Hmmm. Is it just me? (It also doesn’t help that the jokes I make usually require three layers of logic.)


Good thing that my sense of humor is mostly still intact as a necessary buffer for those bouts of miscommunication.

Shirt, worn as a jacket, Esprit, thrifted
Polo shirt, This is not a polo shirt by Band of Outsiders
Trousers, G200
Belt from an Italian market
Brogues, Bally, thrifted
Socks, Uniqlo