(Photo by the Sartorialist)
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January 31, 2011
IL PORTIERE DI NOTTE, TUSCANY AND THAT SONG IN MY HEAD
In an effort to emotionally detoxify myself over the weekend after long nights spent at work and weekends at B-Side, Penguin and the Museum Cafe, I've thought of downloading 4 Italian classics, 2 (Umberto D and The Night Porter (Il Portiere di notte) which were from Alfonso’s list.
(Raw, depressive yet truly brilliant, Umberto D is one of Vittorio De Sica’s best neorealist films during the early 50’s.)
(Liliana Cavani’s Il portiere di is sleazy (not even as soft-core porn) and disturbing. Enough said.)
For nearly all my life, I have monitored the general intake of seven million little things from food to alcohol, too much caffeine, etc, admitting some, denying many and occasionally longed for that second glass of Moët, but my body seems to be making the transition so much more quickly than my mind (laughs). I thought of re-creating myself by strictly lodging decisions based on instinct that I have nailed into place and getting past that wall means making a list of permissions (rolls eye).
No more limiting myself, or restraining the gag reflex while sipping a cup of green tea.
I can drink beer any time, any place, in ridiculous quantities and get a little irresponsible about it, NOT!
I predict a weekend picnic at San Gimignano and Volterra later in the year and indulge in the heavenly headache relief of advil. Still singing, I must wake up!
(Raw, depressive yet truly brilliant, Umberto D is one of Vittorio De Sica’s best neorealist films during the early 50’s.)
(Liliana Cavani’s Il portiere di is sleazy (not even as soft-core porn) and disturbing. Enough said.)
For nearly all my life, I have monitored the general intake of seven million little things from food to alcohol, too much caffeine, etc, admitting some, denying many and occasionally longed for that second glass of Moët, but my body seems to be making the transition so much more quickly than my mind (laughs). I thought of re-creating myself by strictly lodging decisions based on instinct that I have nailed into place and getting past that wall means making a list of permissions (rolls eye).
No more limiting myself, or restraining the gag reflex while sipping a cup of green tea.
I can drink beer any time, any place, in ridiculous quantities and get a little irresponsible about it, NOT!
I predict a weekend picnic at San Gimignano and Volterra later in the year and indulge in the heavenly headache relief of advil. Still singing, I must wake up!
January 28, 2011
BASIC MATTER 25: EVERYTHING STEVEN ALAN
The cool Siberian wind is slowly losing its presence in our neck of the woods but that doesn’t stop me from wearing shorts, chambray, linen and plaids. All photos from Steven Alan's Spring 2011 collection.
January 24, 2011
MERCATO! MERCATO!
Mercato Centrale at the Fort is one of, if not the biggest weekend farmers market in Manila.
Open on Saturdays and Sundays from 6:00 am - 2:00 pm, Mercato not only features some of the city's freshest and highest quality products but also well dressed laid-back folks in their lazy weekend maxi’s, shorts and loafers. If you're there early in the day it's not uncommon to find Manila's best chefs scouring the market for seasonal ingredients.
(Kevin Yapjoco of Bespoke man in Generic Surplus and bag from L.L. Bean and Timmy in Fred Perry and a hat from Hawaii)
(Timmy's dad in a chic blue safari hat)
(Peter Lim in Paul Smith)
Photos by Margarette Tipton and myself
Open on Saturdays and Sundays from 6:00 am - 2:00 pm, Mercato not only features some of the city's freshest and highest quality products but also well dressed laid-back folks in their lazy weekend maxi’s, shorts and loafers. If you're there early in the day it's not uncommon to find Manila's best chefs scouring the market for seasonal ingredients.
(Kevin Yapjoco of Bespoke man in Generic Surplus and bag from L.L. Bean and Timmy in Fred Perry and a hat from Hawaii)
(Timmy's dad in a chic blue safari hat)
(Peter Lim in Paul Smith)
Photos by Margarette Tipton and myself
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