Office peg

Having been an office person (for my day job), I least like the part of sitting by my work area all day long.

But had I chosen to be a store attendant, on the other hand, I will required to stand all day long. Which is healthy, as per a study I once read. Yet, it spells VARICOSE VEINS. ~I don't know~.

I like to digress.

Have you seen this?

iLike! As Posh tweeted, 

"Every office should have one of these, work out and work at the same time!! Genius!! (sic)"

Actually, I'd go for a cycle desk.

Here's one from Store Muu, the Pit-In


This would be more useful in cafes. They will surely attract biking enthusiasts to have a quick sip.


It would be lovelier had the width of the desk been wider 


Only that the one above lacks the design sensibility of the first.

Treadmill desk or Bicycle desk?

How do you say 'Hello' in Irish?

It's DIA DUIT (pronounced as Dia-Gwit). Thanks, Internet.


(Belated) Happy St. Patrick's Day,

Dornan 

and Fassbender!

Them Irish men.

P.S. I LoVe You

P.S. I LoVe you Iniibig kita.

Two wishes:

See this -- ain't he adorable?

now see this

Those trousers = que horror!

1. So, I wish Mr. Nicolas Ghesquière to wear more nicely-fitted pants. 

I'm sure he'd know what I mean. He made and sold pants of divine construction and fit to thousands of ladies.

But to be visual: more like this pair

or these 

Dear Marie-Amelie Sauve (top stylist and his confidant since his early days in Balen-chaga chaga choo choo),

Via: Vogue Nippon

please make it happen.

2. to see him topless. Kahit once lang. 

Or for him to have the body of fellow Frenchman Clement Chabernaud -> lanky-licious, right. 

Or just forget I put the second item on record. 

NG Appreciation Post

I said it in the previous post. What I wrote there can be translated to: I have found a greater admiration for new Artistic Director of women's collection of Louis Vuitton. 

We know Nicolas Ghesquière and his highly-technical works but let me talk about his good looks.

He used to look dorky as per my perusal in Style.com of his photos circa early 00's. Dorky but cute anyway.

Fast forward to the last seven years, the fashion darling's overall look has seen better days:

You cannot not be disenchanted by the fashionable stubble

See?

Akala ko noong una kong kita si Jonathan Rhys Meyers) Si!

with model Iselin Steiro backstage during the Fall '07 show

and those as-light-blue-as-the-Adriatic-sea eyes (you have to click to embiggen)

Via

Via

Even his cartoon self (from the  2012 Disney animated short Electric Holiday) is adorkable

No, I'm not actually describing Nicholas Hoult. I digress.

I bet you are going to look again for those close-up photos for what Agnès B. (whose studio gave him his first break as an intern) describes in the latest magazine feature about Mr. Ghesquière to come out, this time from Ingrid Sischy's article in Vanity Fair:

“I remember his face. His eyes are strong and clear. There are the eyes and there is the look—le regard. His has something in common with Montgomery Clift."

I think she's talking more about Clift's lips.

Segue: Lolo is hot

Other trove of photos will prove you I'm right about what I'm talking about.

by Alasdair McLellan

by Kate Barry + (numero-magazine.com)

At the Met Gala (with Kristen Stewart)

by Karim Sadli

Back to the business of fas-yown: with the LV template of artisinal heritage + NG with his intellect and technical knowledge, this condensation to propel the luxury conglomerate's flagship brand to a whole new relevance (the debut collection of casual-luxe and youthful sportswear is refreshing) will be exciting to observe. And so will be NG's visibility. Please Nicolas, 'wag mo masyadong i-peg ang pagiging press-shy ni Phoebe Philo. Kthnks.

New gay crush! Nics, try to look less serious (read: smile a lot, to look younger).

P.S. My LV dream has been revived. I wanna work for LV.

Something happened last night that’s nakaka-GRRR

I was on a mission last night to get myself a copy of a magazine.

After a meeting, a few minutes before 9 PM (SM Naga’s closing time), as every tenants were abruptly preparing to go home, I entered the bench/ store.

Picture this: The sign says ‘OPEN’, the doors are open and a couple of shoppers are still looking for items to buy.

And as soon as I was about to approach the counter where a shop boy and a shop girl were next to each other tidying things up, the man-ttendant blurted to the lady guard past me, “Dapat kaya nag-ano ka nan a sarado na.”

Ignoring his rudeness, I went to ask the lady cashier (I assumed her to be since she’s behind the cash register), “Miss, meron po ba nung benchmark.. magazine?”

To which immediately replied, “Mayo po.” I know that sounded like either she doesn’t know what I asked for or she wants to get rid of me stat so she could go on to their task of balancing off their transactions of the day.

My parting word was an upset “Okay.”

Folks, exceptional customer service, eh?

 ***

As I was walking to the exit door, I realized: I got Oprah-ed.

I do not deserve to hear him say that. (Customer Service 101: Learn how to be nice all the time.)

I do not deserve to get an exasperated reply from her. (Customer Service 101: Always be in the know.)

Given the circumstances and the fact that I was looking for something and if it’s available I will purchase it right away, I do not deserve those uncivil conducts.

That stress all due to my fancy for a copy of a magazine which sells for only 100 apiece.

Disclaimer:

This is not to shame off the brand – I am just a person who gets too concerned when the going gets tough and also I idolize the founder’s clear-sightedness in fashion retail.

This is to explicate that everyone who is a customer has the right to proper and satisfactory service.

The Renew-fication of Louis Vuitton

Marc Jacobs was the one who made the bold-faced brand new contemporary when in 1997 he stepped in as the artistic director of the leather goods house and eventually its offering of women's wear.

When he decided to vacate his 16-year-old post last year, days later, the name of the one who will fill up his post was announced. On twitter blared the name 'Nicolas Ghesquière' (struggling? try nee-coh-la GUESS-K-YAIR),  the innovative designer formerly of Balenciaga.

Since then the eager spectators have been wondering how he would do it to show that there's a changing of guard. (I, myself, just like to follow his inventions and reinventions.)

Shown exclusively on Style.com to mark his much-anticipated debut show (or I dare say "comeback"?) as Artistic Director, twelve looks from the collection -- aptly named A Dozen Girls -- lensed by MJ collaborator Juegen Teller were shared as a portfolio of NG's "stylistic expression" of a vision for LV.

NG is known for incorporating high-tech experimentation into his designs

Nice jacket

Hi, Maggie Rizer!

These go to prove that through the effortlessly luxe sportswear,  the collection's mantra timeless is now can be naturally interpreted as timeless is cool as timeless is luxury. 

Kudos!

P.S. I don't know about me but I'm getting kilig induced by Ghesquière. Pinapatibok mo ang puso ko!

Gotta get my groove back

Since Tuesday last week I have been feeling feverish and groggy.  I had a burning fever Wednesday night so I spent the following day in bed (and daybed) medicating. On a Wednesday morning, I started feeling like my left cheek got punched, plus I got irritating colds that needs to go out of my system and dry cough. I would go to the office on Friday and Saturday as if I was dazed but thank God I managed to survive.

Saturday afternoon, I decided that come Monday I am going to drag myself to a diagnostic lab for a blood test and X-ray because I thought the colds and cough might be causing this sickness or that I have dengue. #Hypochondriac

But come Sunday, my mother had told me to visit a dentist. I didn't question why.

Fast forward to this afternoon: apparently the fever and the punched feeling were caused by an "erupting wisdom tooth".

I believe I have no dengue, and I'm not coughing much anymore. (Thank you po, Lord!)

Akala ko pa naman masisisi ko na ang malamig na tubig kapag umaga. Sorry I'm not sorry na wala kaming heater.

Babush.