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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Operation: Christmas Cards

[Photo by: Product Reviews]

One night in my apartment, I did not have any preoccupation going on although it was the first week of exams. I was just too relax because I know it's either do or die. And I chose die, of course. The over achiever son has long been gone and now came the laid-back son waiting for destiny to work it's miracles on him. It's crazy that I'm back at re-evaluation phase. Again. Nth time probably.

On these nights that I spent staring at the ceiling, I thought of sending Christmas cards to close friends. Why not be thoughtful of the friends you have while waiting for my grades to plunge. Excellent idea. I bought packs of Christmas cards (literally) and listed down the people whom I wanted to give my Christmas cards.

I got myself a checklist of groups of people. Canadians friends. Check. French friends. Check. Japanese friends. Check. Korean & Chinese (yes, I grouped them together). Check. Other international friends. Check. Filipino-Canadian friends. Check. Filipino friends who are in Canada. Check. Lastly, Filipino friends who are in Philippines. Blank.

Yeah, I don't know the address of the individual members of the herd in the Philippines. I wish I could just literally send it to Philippines and let the postman do the finding for me. If it was that easy, I wouldn't even bother writing this entry. So, to cut me some time of determining each address. I would like to ask help from my friends. If you want to receive a Christmas Card from me, please type your name and address in the comments page and I'll guarantee that you'll be receiving your piece of paper hailing from Canada.

That's all!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Saving myself a gallon of coffee at a time.

October was definitely a tough month and no motivation has touched me, even a single pinch or poke. All I thought were problems that aren't even mine in the beginning. Tough training. Aside from that, midterms were just flying away like I haven't seen them coming. Now, I wish I would already message my Psychology professor and tell him that I missed my first midterm.

When I was in Philippines, October was usually a time for happiness or solitude or grief. I was mainly happy not because getting high grades was second nature but because the term is done. In Canada, October for me is a time for realization. The bad realization that I haven't been in class for too long. It is such a bitch to ask classmates for notes.

The formula for catching up is easy but takes lots of time. A day spent in the library is probably a day you'll never regret. It is the day times all the days of the week and times four because you'll spend quality time with yourself and your books for the fair fraction of your monthly schedule.

Expensive starbucks can sometimes be of help because it is just right in the corner of the library. My first meal of the day is coffee and some apple fritters. It is one of those times where a cup of coffee is just my first of the next fifteen cups to drink on a single day, I'm glad that my diuretics aren't complaining. I'm just probably mindless.

I found refuge in coffee. I hope it's a good thing.

So, where are the beers?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Just another Odyssey

I was browsing the photos from the flicker account of IIUM AUDC a few days ago. I realized that two years had already past since I was at Ateneo AUDC- it was last 2006. It is safe to say that it was my first international university debate tournament and my actual first tournament in the world of debating.

Being in Ateneo was definitely great time. After that, I missed the ITB AUDC as well as the recently concluded IIUM AUDC. I don't know when I will be joining again the 'trois a trois' parliamentary. However, I always keep myself updated when I always check the tabs at the end of each AUDC. Thanks to Colm Flynn or Alfred Snider.

Was it the Glenn Effect? Because he hasn't won many major tournaments yet. Or was it the Gica Effect? The new member of the A-team. Or was it the Chars Effect? Whatever that is. In any way, I think they could have done better. Four consecutive wins is probably too much for an institution.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

So this is thanksgiving?

[Photo courtesy of Google Images]

Celebrations in Canada could be the lamest of all. The second sunday of October is Thanksgiving and I don't feel the atmosphere of thanksgiving. At all. What is thanksgiving anyway? Although this is my second thanksgiving in this country. It has always been about turkey and potatoes: food. Where is thanksgiving there? It's a very commercialized celebration where turkeys run for their lives. Thank you but I'd rather stick with my chicken.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Post-Cusid Atlantic Novices 2008 Entry

Trying Canadian Parliamentary is a-ok. My first impression was a shock but eventually I fully understood why they only need four individuals debating (two on each side of the house). Throughout the Atlantic Novices Debate, I performed two tasks and only two tasks. I am either the Minister of the Crown if we were on the Government side: or, I could be the Member of the Opposition if we were on the Opposition. There is a logical sense to this and I'll explain that later.

My teammate, Andrew, has higher scores than me and I'm not bitter on that. Well, he should have higher scores, after all, he's a Political Science Major from University of British Columbia who transferred to University of New Brunswick. I'm actually impressed by his pool of knowledge that in almost every debate I will ask him about the status quo, and yes, he is that smart. It's scary that he almost know everything.

The debates were okay for most part and some were just painful to watch. I believe that we should be in the Semifinals but thanks to the very talented tabs officials, they put us up against Dalhousie B twice. It would have been better if we were government on the second debate but we were opposition which sucks because they run very tight cases or very isolated cases that I as a common person wouldn't even care about knowing. (Talk about mercenaries and Iraq!).

Debate 1: University of St. Francis Xavier (St. FX) B vs. University of New Brunswick (UNB) A

Those kids ran a mandatory civic class for Grade 12 students in High School. Not bad of a case but it wasn't that good either. Whatever! They're good speakers though.

Debate 2: UNB A vs. St. FX A

My teammate and I ran a case that Turkey should be approved by European Union to be part of it. And we won (not because there was a Bulgarian judge who was one of the adjudicator)!

Debate 3: UNB A vs. Dalhousie B

I was so pissed that we lost in this round. Thanks to Myles whose judging at the round was irrelevant. Very irrelevant that he called my team 'socialist'. Shame! I just hope he listened to our set-up more and not stare on the chair in front of him during my speech.

Debate 4: St. FX C vs. UNB A

Since I was so pissed during the previous round, I exhausted all those anger in this round. I commend St. FX for having resolutions that are easy to understand and very general unlike Dalhousie. St FX C girls were hot but very cocky. It was so obvious that the adjudicators were hitting on them. The legend of Auyon, Dan, and Neil that is! Btw, they said that rap music is detrimental to the society but they lack the mechanism to prove the degree of detriment on the society. And yes, we won!

Debate 5: Dalhousie B vs. UNB A

Nevermind. They won the Novices!

The whole tournament wasn't outstanding but it's good enough to be a learning experience. And yes, I think my team should have been part of semifinals only if they didn't make us face Dalhousie B again.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I am not running

Right. I am not running for office as a Kinesiology Representative of the whole faculty of Kinesiology. I find it a waste of time. Students are going to be apathetic anyway. No one will be going to any events. There is a slim chance that candidates who are interested in running will be just be mere public figure and would not do anything. Seriously! I've seen it before. Kudos to Kristina O'Brien who made herself different from the rest who ran in the faculty.

Getting my fellow students' signatures was a waste effort on my side. Thanks to the Chief Returning Officer who turned down my application. If she had said that SUB 126 was the Student Union Office, I would have known where it was. Did she say that the meeting was mandatory? Didn't I just see six representatives in there with the supervision of those alledgedly high-rank individuals who also handle useless positions? And yeah, there was a reporter or specifically the EIC of The Brunswickan. To recall, there are more than six faculties and there should be more than six individuals listening to the supposedly important things that she will be saying. Mandatory, yeah right!

To those who nominated me, I appreciate your efforts and I'm sorry but the system that elections are running on is fucked-up and I'd rather watch and see all the fiasco will arise.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Germans are chic at Beijing Olympics

Not only am I driving one of their World Class car, Cadillac, but Germans again proved that they're fashion forward. All of their athletes and coaches in their contingent wore grey/grei/gray suits during the German Flag-raising at the Beijing Olympic Village. With that said, if any of you guys don't own a grey suit, you're missing something in your wardrobe. Grey suits are totally in. Totally.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Funny Video #7: Why you should buy your girlfriend a Wii Fit?

Last Christmas, my mom was supposed to buy me Wii Console, but instead she didn't because I wasn't like my brother who keeps on tingling her ears about buying the new PSP silver model. My brother got his Christmas gift and I did not. I wasn't entirely sad because I have a nintendo DS in my room to play with. But this video, makes me think twice if I should have forced my mother to buy me a Wii Console where you can apply a Wii Fit. This is the best thing since slice bread... and you should have your girlfriend do the hula-hoop. She'll drive you bonkers.

In Canada, a place where almost everyone gets fat, should invest in this. I think it boosts sex life. Cheers to more sex!

Now, if you're a girl (or gay or straight curious) try watching this former playgirl model do it in a thong.

[Videos by Youtube and Youtube]

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Pacman never fails!

I know I'm late with the news. It was Canada Day yesterday, July 1, where I exceptionally embarassed and humiliated myself to the tune of Ati-atihan drumbeats and whistle. I was leading the Filipino Association of New Brunswick being the sound of the whole contingent. I was a one man show for sounds.

While walking during the parade, Jerome shared to me the news about Pacquiao. He told me Pacman won in the ninth round TKO. My response was, "Man, how could I miss the fight?" I was actually noting that fight in my journal that I SHOULD watch it. I even read Pacquiao's wikipedia entry for confirmation. However, I think I was already expecting him to win. I'd be more surprised if he freakin' lost to that wimp. Pacquaio winning is not much of a news now. With him losing makes me more excited about the idea, but, I don't want it to happen. Never! Of course, I'm Filipino! Keep the Pinoy Proud Pacman!

Sunday, June 29, 2008

My problems with Vivienne Westwood

Vivienne Westwood is a fashion legend. But what happened? Perez Hilton's remarks on his blog just said it. What is up with the plus sized hairy models. Is she setting up the new trend, or staging the old trend that she is planning to come back: the stubble facial hair and the hairy old folk chest?

At least she gave Sarah Jessica Parker her wedding dress for Sex and the City then I'm fine with anything. Still, she's weird like Yohji but I like Yohji. Designers are weird.

[Photo: New York Magazine Fashion]

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Quotes Redesigned #1

Discipline is the best medicine.

If "laughter is the best medicine, wouldn't you go crazy?" The sane depletes and the mind disintegrates: no focus!

Friday, June 27, 2008

No party at Embassy.

Embassy Independence Day Party said:

The right to party. The right to get drunk. The right to stay sober. The right to puke. The right to mispel wurds. The right to take a shit. The right to play. The right to care. The right to give a damn. The right to be repetitive. The right to celebrate. The right to surf. The right to be right. The right to murder bloggers in their sleep. The right to suck. The right to spit. The right to swallow. The right to sleep. With anyone, anywhere. The right to be gone in the morning. The right to a one night stand. The right to break hearts. The right to be vain. The right to call in sick. The right to sing. The right to shop. The right to wear Gucci. The right to get hot. The right to smoke tobacco. The right to smoke bacon. The right to vote. The right to chat. The right to lie. The right to left. The right to grow hair. The right to make love, not war. The right to be inspired. The right to be gay. The right to rock n’ roll. The right to sing in the shower. The right to fake an orgasm. The right to make a difference. The right to be free.

Ministry of Fun invites you to celebrate 110 years of Philippine independence at Embassy.

Countdown begins 11 June 2008 11:59 pm


My message after Embassy was closed:

Where art thou is the right? My right to go to Alchemy Manila.

See related articles at Manila Standard and Philippine Daily Inquirer.

[Photos from Jenni Epperson]

My problems with Yohji Yamamoto

Milan Fashion Week Men's Wear has totally blown my mind. I can't wait to see if Paris Fashion Week Men's Wear can match the excitement. I also can't wait to see Viktor and Rolf Collection.

I am currently viewing and reviewing the presentations of Milan. I will tell you my favorite collections tomorrow. Anyway, what is up with Yohji Yamamoto? I do not understand the non-conforming non-mainstream presentation. I wish someone can explain to me.

Tim Blanks interviewed him backstage and Yohji said that his collection is about happiness: "My message, let's be happy." However, I am on the low key just by watching his collection. What's up Yohji?

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Obsession of the Season: Oakley Frogskins

Oakley Frogskins are the best limited edition sunglasses that I have ever seen! I want to have them all but only 3000 are made and will be distributed worldwide. So is this goodbye plane ticket... hello oakley frogskins? Check out some of the colors:
Oakley Frogskin Dalmatian Grey Lens
Oakley Frogskin Matte Grey Grey Lens
Oakley Frogskin Matte Red Grey Lens
Oakley Frogskin Polarized Black Grey Lens
And my favorite is the Neon Yellow Fire Iridium Lens. So cool!

[Photos by Konasports]

GQ: The 50 most stylish men of the past 50 years, 4/10

...and what you can learn from them.

Part 4 of 10

Photo: Eve Arnold/Magnum Photos

Malcolm X

After six years in prison, Malcolm X emerged a completely changed man—not least in the way he dressed. Whereas he once ran the streets in a brightly colored zoot suits—the hustler’s uniform—he now wore sober, monochromatic suits with narrow lapels and skinny ties, often topped off by stingy-brimmed fedoras. “As a minister in the Nation of Islam, you had to present yourself in a certain way,” says Ruth E. Carter, the costume designer on Spike Lee’s 1992 bio-pic. For Carter, who tracked down the artisan who made his star-and-crescent ring (“He wanted to show people he was pure in his faith,” she says), Malcolm X’s style was consistent and transparent, a window into the substance of his character and message. “He believed that if you present yourself with respect, then people will respect you—and that’s what he did. He gained the respect of millions.”

• A short-brimmed fedora is heroic and hip. And you might have noticed, they’re also back in style—whether in wool (for the winter) or straw (for the summer).

Photo: Topham/The Image Works

Yves Saint-Laurent

In 1954, a wool-trade group held its design contest in Paris—a sort of Project Runway for the ’50s—and the winner of the dress category was a shy, gangly 18-year-old from Algeria. He was tall and slim, almost hiding behind his creation in a skinny suit and wire-framed glasses. But the competition’s prestige helped get him a job at Christian Dior, and that was all Yves Mathieu-Saint-Laurent needed. In three years, Monsieur Dior, France’s most cherished designer, was dead at the age of 52, and Saint-Laurent, at just 21 years old, took the reins. He found some aggressive horn-rimmed glasses and, after his first collection, was hailed by the French press as the savior of haute couture. Saint-Laurent ultimately asserted himself as his own brand. He loosened his collar, relaxing into hashish and caftans in Marrakech, and by 1971, in ads for his men’s cologne, he even posed nude. His hair had grown out, but he looked right into the camera, wearing nothing but those signature glasses.

• Find a signature item and stick with it. Saint-Laurent wore a version of these bold glasses throughout his career.

Photo: 1978 Sanford Roth/AMPAS/MPTV

Paul Newman

During the 1950s and ’60s, the early years of a career that spanned more than half a century, Paul Newman did his best on-screen work in a tight undershirt and slacks. This ensemble, which was often accessorized by a cigarette and a glass of bourbon (preferably J.T.S. Brown, neat), was tailor-made for the collection of misfits, hustlers, and broken-down drunks that Newman immortalized. Offscreen, Newman was thoughtful, dignified, decent—a family man. He may have represented the ideal of what a man should look like in a tuxedo, but he was at his best in a V-neck sweater or an oxford cloth button-down shirt and plain-front trousers. According to Newman’s publicist and friend of more than fifty years, Warren Cowan, “After Paul won the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award in 1993, he had a bonfire with his tuxedo because he said he never wanted to wear a black tie again. Shortly after, he gave away his entire wardrobe. He’s down to just a few pairs of slacks and cords, a few shirts and sweaters. He says his life is much simpler. He’s much happier.”

• Go buy a white oxford cloth button-down-collar dress shirt. Now. You can wear one with a suit or a blazer, or with jeans, cords, or khakis.

Photo: Yulsman/Globe Photos

Jack Kerouac

Flower power was all well and good, but Jack Kerouac often wondered aloud how the Beats could’ve given birth to such Technicolor bravura. Kerouac’s look was broken but unbowed—as he once said: “ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.” And yet his aesthetic is everywhere today: That Brooklyn hipster rocking overalls under his Carhartt jacket while reading Hart Crane? That kid in San Francisco sporting scuffed oxfords and a frayed collar, with Madame Bovary stuffed in his back pocket? They’re paying unwitting tribute to the man who exploded the 1950s world of straight-white pretensions, rejecting the notion that class was synonymous with value. An uneven artist perhaps, and a troubled one to be sure, but unequivocally a man: the originator of blue-collar cool.

• Personal style isn’t about buying the trendiest labels or most expensive suits. It’s about establishing a look that’s all yours and sticking with it.

Photo: Herb Ritts/Lime Foto

Johnny Depp

After almost a quarter century in front of the camera, Johnny Depp has shown us everything but himself. Not an easy task when you’ve got those cheekbones, that tousled hair, and an unmitigated youthfulness, which Depp has worked hard to cloak by playing reclusive savants and rock ’n’ roll pirates. But we keep searching, trying to nail down his hobo chic—a style that derives from a life spent kicking around the dusty South and the French countryside. “I don’t think he’s remotely interested in fashion. He’s a complete instigator of fashion,” says Penny Rose, the costume designer who collaborated with the actor to create Pirates of the Caribbean’s randy Jack Sparrow. “His look is always eye-stopping, clever, and completely individual.” Or, like the last two drags on one of his hand-rolled cigarettes, raw and unapologetically gratifying.

• A tweak here and there can elevate even the simplest outfits. Notice the rolled-up sleeves, the neckpiece, the beat-up boots instead of sneakers. Small moves like these separate you from the pack.

Written and Reported by Andy Comer, Hilary Elkins, Alex French, David Gargill, Randy Hartwell, Howie Kahn, Cole Louison, Laurence Lowe, Trent MacNamara, Jordan Reed, and Luke Zaleski

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The summer solstice

In my childhood, I believed and was amazed by heavenly bodies. I even wondered if there are other Earths out there. I memorized and put to heart the nine planets that then revolves around the sun. I even singled out my older cousins on facts about the planets: its rotation, revolution, weight, distance from the sun, etc. I was so amazed that everything I knew from the books I read cover to cover has become stagnant in years. There weren't new facts anymore aside from the constant launching of space rockets. People were more interested in nuclear weapons or UFOs.

Until a few months ago, I found out the new eleven planets: It really stunned me for a couple of minutes.

I think it's time for a new enlightenment. The summer solstice is here.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

If this was Philippine Fashion Week 2007...

...would you have any interest to watch for Philippine Fashion Week 2008?

Would you call this resourcefulness?

Go Team Canada!

Hyped for the Olympics!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Ed Navarro is dat chu?

It has been awhile since I talked to a lot of people from Silliman U. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, named one of Time Magazine's 100 most influencial people of the world and the creator of Facebook, through him, connecting with friends has become easier as Instant Messenger. Browsing the Harvard graduate's online community innovation, I found updates from my friends at Silliman. Though not alot of them has yet created their accounts on Facebook, the seemingly few updates are quite surprising and I can say that many had changed.

Take for example this former friend of mine. I last saw him during my CSO days but now I can't seem to recognize him. It is just me, or does that guy really looked like Ed Navarro?

A few years ago, I did too walked the hair looking like a Bee Gee or Rolling Stone member.


I think I also knew this girl. She's Galee's sister, isn't she?

This is the funniest picture from the album. It tickled my throat! (Ed is Miranda.)

Photos by Rey Sarraga.

Monday, June 16, 2008

GQ: The 50 most stylish men of the past 50 years, 3/10

...and what you can learn from them.

Part 3 of 10

Photo: Laura Wilson

Richard Avedon

When he died at 81, while on assignment in 2004, Richard Avedon was as famous and beautiful as any of his photographs. “You’ve got to ask yourself, How could one man be the author of so many of the iconic images of the twentieth century?” says David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, where the photographer worked for nearly sixty years. “We remember his Marilyn, his Ezra Pound, his Bert Lahr, his practically everyone.… Avedon’s enthusiasm was so winning and so seductive that he got people to do everything.” Avedon was a nearsighted high school dropout from the Bronx whose crew cut soon grew into a smooth, silvery mane and whose black frames became a trademark, protecting the ever peering eyes that never lost contact with their subject—he stood left of his camera, never behind it. “And if he ever blinked,” adds Remnick, “I missed it.”

• A safari shirt works as well in the city as it does in the field. It’s rugged but elegant.

Photo: Tim Auger/Retna LTD


Most of us met Beck shortly after the 23-year-old used an eight-track recorder, a drumbeat, and a slide guitar to lay down a Billboard Top 10 hit and generational anthem called “Loser.” Then he couldn’t get away from the song fast enough, declining to play it live and fleeing back to the studio. When he resurfaced with Odelay, which went platinum, he cemented his reputation as a Dylan of our time and reminded us that the only constant with Beck is change. The same goes for the man’s style. “It’s kind of derelict,” he once told GQ. “But I embrace it.” Whether he’s at a thrift shop in Paris or a design studio in Japan (the fashion of the two places, like the Dior suits he wears, best fit his slim frame), Beck balances the cool with the fun, with a nod to the old while creating the new.

• A suit is always appropriate—especially when worn out of the office. And so what if you’ve got long hair? The contrast makes that much more of a statement.

Photo: Thomas Hoepker/Magnum Photos

Muhammad Ali

It’s no accident that in 1997, Christie’s sold a robe of Muhammad Ali’s for $156,500. The three-time world heavyweight champ displayed the same greatness stepping onto the canvas as he did rhyming his way through a press conference or high-fiving his way through the streets of Zaire—and he always looked far better doing so than anyone in his swarming entourage. Although flamboyantly charismatic in and out of the ring, Ali favored a more classic wardrobe. The dark suits, white shirts, narrow ties, and buffed shoes gave him a look that traced back to his roots as a churchgoing boy in Louisville. “I don’t follow fashion so much as I try to find clothes that make me look good,” Ali told GQ recently. “Because that never goes out of style.”

• Wear a slim dark suit, white shirt, and dark tie, and you’ll look like a champ. That’s really all you need to know. It’s that simple.

Photo: INF Photo

Tom Brady

After thirty years on earth and seven seasons as quarterback of the New England Patriots, here is what Tom Brady has shown us he can do: Win. Handle pressure. Take a hit. Lead a team. Call the shots. Command respect. Show respect. Get the girl. Look good on the red carpet. Look even better on the green. Sign a big contract. Turn down a bigger one. Drop back. Go deep. Dress well. Live well. Give back. Look ahead. Come from behind. Scramble. Stay loose. Have fun. Give credit where credit is due. Play the game. Go to Disney World. Learn from his mistakes. Accept defeat. Inspire confidence. Grace the cover of GQ. Host Saturday Night Live. Laugh at himself. Get a laugh. Dance. Sing. Well, no, he can’t sing. But they say John Kennedy couldn’t carry a tune, either.

• If you want to be taken seriously, pay as much attention to your hair as your suit. You’re going to be judged from head to toe.

Photo: Pressens Bild/IPOL/Globe Photos

Björn Borg

Few have dominated their sport like Björn Borg did. The slender Swede chalked up eleven grand-slam titles from ’74 to ’81, grinding his victims down with his legendary stamina, making what was actually a methodical approach to the game seem relentless and fierce. This is the man who made tracksuits cool and put Fila on the map. “I never thought of myself as a style icon,” Borg has said, “though I can see that the way I dressed and how people looked at me created that.” And whether it was intentional or not, Borg came to typify, almost to the point of caricature—thank you, Luke Wilson, in The Royal Tenenbaums—the at once worldly and laid-back ethos of an era. He made luxe look comfortable and easy. And why shouldn’t it be when you’re young, gifted, and living the high life in Monte Carlo?

• Long hair works best when it’s loose and easy. You don’t want a coif or a do—you are not a member of Poison or Warrant.

Written and Reported by Andy Comer, Hilary Elkins, Alex French, David Gargill, Randy Hartwell, Howie Kahn, Cole Louison, Laurence Lowe, Trent MacNamara, Jordan Reed, and Luke Zaleski

GQ: The 50 most stylish men of the past 50 years, 2/10

...and what you can learn from them.

Part 2 of 10

Photo: HD/Camera Press/Retna LTD

Bob Dylan

Remember young Guthrie-ite Dylan, the one with the beatnik blue jeans, denim shirt, and corduroy driving hat? Or how about the powder-faced imp headlining The Last Waltz under a floppy pimp lid? Through the decades, Bob Dylan has always tapped into the fashions of the times. “He’s a rotating type,” says documentarian D. A. Pennebaker, who made 1967’s Don’t Look Back. “It never works to try to pin him down.” There was also Biker Bob (see Highway 61 Revisited), who said, “I’ve had black leather jackets since I was 5 years old.” And then there was his other favorite accoutrement—those jet-black shades: “You buy them off the rack, if they fit, and you put them on.” The point is, Dylan’s ever changing style was one of discovery. “There was an air of expectancy. He was there to find out what was going on. And his choice of clothes relates to that,” says Pennebaker. “He was trying to figure out who he was.” He was all those things, and none of them.

• Ray-Ban Wayfarers will always be in style. The look worked for Dylan and Ali, it worked for Cruise, and it’s working now for every band on the planet and every fashion-minded guy in town.

Photo: Birds of Paradise Lizzie Himmel


“You know how Thelonious Monk used to make all the picture frames on his wall crooked? Basquiat was like that—deliberately asymmetrical,” says GQ’s Style Guy, Glenn O’Brien, of his late friend, the downtown New York painter Jean-Michel Basquiat. “He had a great eye, so he would find quirky things.” Basquiat soon went from picking through bins at vintage shops to walking the runway for designer friends like Rei Kawakubo, the founder of Comme des Garçons. Yet even as an art star, Basquiat kept his eccentricities intact. “He’d buy an Armani suit and then go paint in it,” O’Brien says. “Or he’d dress like an African prince—a cross between what a Yoruban king would wear and what you might find at Givenchy. Jean-Michel had a regal air about him—he could put on anything and look good because his style came from within. To me, he was always a prince.”

• Traditional clothes don’t have to be traditional. When you’ve got dreads and plenty of attitude, that striped tie and toggle coat become downtown cool instead of East Coast prep school.

Photo: Alfred Wertheimer/Photokunst

Elvis Presley

Elvis may have been more about bling and booze in his later years, but early on—according to Bernard Lansky, self-proclaimed clothier to the King—his style was always “clean as Ajax.” A hard thing to pull off as a muddy Mississippi white boy who popularized a defiantly black way of dressing—pegged pants, hi-boy collars, immaculate hair, and the plaid jacket that Lansky tailored for Elvis’s star-turning appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show. The King set the sartorial tone for Jerry Lee Lewis and a host of other Memphis rock ’n’ roll legends, all of whom made Lansky’s men’s shop the place to go if you were an up-and-coming musician. And though he may have gone Vegas in later years, Elvis ultimately returned to his roots. “I picked the white linen suit, blue shirt, and white tie he was buried in,” says Lansky, one of the honorary pallbearers at Presley’s funeral. “It was sharp.”

• A knit tie will never go out of style. The Beatles wore them when they got off the plane at JFK (black ones, with square-cut bottoms), and you can still buy any number of versions today.

Photo: AP Photo/Antonio Calanni

George Clooney

You’ve heard it all before, right? George Clooney is smart, handsome, funny. Oh, and he makes a suit look “simply fantastic.” (We didn’t say it; Giorgio Armani did.) But the wisecracking rogue that women (and men) love to love traveled a long road to get here. Let’s not forget that before interning at ER, he played the floppy-haired Booker on Roseanne and paid the bills as a handyman on The Facts of Life. It’s all a testament to that old saw about men getting better looking (and just plain better) with age. Which is why these days Clooney not only writes, directs, produces, and actually acts (hello, Oscar!) but also carries a dark suit and a head of silver-flecked hair better than anyone. But we don’t dare call him a fashion plate. His pal Armani knows better: “He wears the clothes; they don’t wear him.”

• Go gray. Just be sure to keep your hair on the trim side and dress like a gentleman—not a frat boy. You’re no longer in college.

Photo: Mick Rock

Bryan Ferry

“Other bands wanted to wreck hotel rooms,” Bryan Ferry once commented. “Roxy Music wanted to redecorate them.” As the swooningly handsome frontman of that groundbreaking art-rock band, Ferry exerted no small influence on his fellow Brits (among them David Bowie). His solo career upped the ante, with each record cover seeming to announce an iconic—and trendsetting—new persona: the elegant, white-tuxedo-jacketed crooner of 1973’s Another Time, Another Place; the floppy-haired, St-Tropez-lounging rogue of ’74’s Let’s Stick Together (Duran Duran took notes); and the leather-blazer-and-skinny-tie hipster on ’78’s The Bride Stripped Bare (ditto for Franz Ferdinand). Ferry’s suave elegance hasn’t diminished as he’s transitioned to tweedy country gentleman. And of course, he’s still the ultimate ladies’ man, dating a woman more than thirty years his junior. His advice on how to charm the fairer sex? “Obviously, play my records for them,” he says, laughing. “That would be a very good start. And lots of money.”

• Dress seasonally. In the summertime, shift to lighter weight—and lighter color—suits. Think cotton, not wool.

Written and Reported by Andy Comer, Hilary Elkins, Alex French, David Gargill, Randy Hartwell, Howie Kahn, Cole Louison, Laurence Lowe, Trent MacNamara, Jordan Reed, and Luke Zaleski

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How to amp your style in 30 days: My Day 1

I have a new favorite site but it's a secret (although you can guess it by finding it among the links on the right side of this blog). Now, while scrolling, I found this "How to amp your style in 30 days". I don't exactly need this kind of medicine, however, I think I could benefit from this through adaptation. I just started today, so June 16 is my Day 1 of amping my style.


Know Your Size
DAY 1: Monday, June 16, 2008
By Adam Rapoport, GQ Style Editor

Let's start with suits. They're the building blocks of your style upgrade, and every guy needs a few in his closet. (We'll tell you exactly how many and which ones, by the way, on Day 5.) But if you've ever set foot in a department store, you know that the choices can be overwhelming, frustrating, and flat-out confusing. That's where GQ's expert fashion team comes in. Over the next five days, we'll break down the essentials of finding the perfect suit and show you how to take control of the situation.

In today's video, we'll consider something that sounds obvious but is not. The most crucial element of a suit is its fit, and not many sales guys understand how a suit should fit or, more specifically, how you want yours to fit. Before you step into a dressing room, get a handle on the various components of a suit.

GQ: The 50 most stylish men of the past 50 years, 1/10

...and what you can learn from them.

Part 1 of 10

Photo: Bert Stern/Stanley Wise Gallery

Marcello Mastroianni

No matter how many times he played the antihero, Marcello Mastroianni never could shake free of the “Latin lover” tag; the guy was helplessly cool. As Marcello in La Dolce Vita, he’s needy, indecisive and sexually confused, but it’s Mastroianni—the man, not the character—who wears the hell out of that slim black suit and makes you forget the surgeon general’s warning every time he takes a narrow-eyed drag from his cigarette. Offscreen Mastroianni’s taste in clothes was classic and conservative. Every year he ordered a dozen suits—in English materials only—from his Roman tailor, Vittorio Zenobi, and his first stop in Paris was always John Lobb, the venerable English bootery. “The day when everyone is very, very elegant,” Mastroianni told GQ in 1964, “I will start to go around dressed like a tramp.” He lived thirty-two more years—never happened.

• A white French-cuff shirt makes the gentleman. But be sure to keep the cuff links simple—the boldness of the cuffs makes enough of a statement.

Photo: Photoshot

Steve McQueen

In 1974, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., and Liza Minnelli asked Steve McQueen to attend a fund-raiser for an actor named James Stacy, who had lost an arm and a leg in a motorcycle accident. It was a black-tie affair, and all of the biggest names in show business—Clint Eastwood, Burt Reynolds, John Lennon—were in attendance. McQueen showed up in a plaid Benetton lumberjack shirt, blue jeans, boots, and a long beard. It was vintage McQueen. The star of The Great Escape and Bullitt achieved icon status because of the girls, the cars, and the tough-guy persona. But writer James Wolcott’s description of McQueen as a “surf bum–hippie” is most fitting. McQueen was at his best when he looked like he’d just washed up on the beach. His rugged, dressed-down style—dungarees, V-neck T-shirts, wrinkled oxford shirts—perfectly complemented his dusty blond hair, china blue eyes, and hard, almost weathered features.

• The simpler the better. You don’t need bold patterns or loud colors to make a style statement. A perfect-fitting T-shirt and a great pair of black wraparound shades will do just fine.

Photo: Terry O’Neill/Hulton Archive/Getty Images

David Bailey

In 1962, David Bailey was a 24-year-old British photographer embarking on his first foreign assignment, a New York shoot with his then girlfriend, model Jean Shrimpton. He received some instructions: “Remember, you will be representing Vogue, so do not wear your black leather jacket in the St. Regis Hotel.” Nice try. Shrimpton remembers that “when we arrived at the airport, we were both dressed completely in leather.” Hardly surprising, considering they were the tremors causing Swinging London’s fashion and music youthquake. In fact, Antonioni used Bailey as his inspiration for the lead fashion-photographer character in his legendary document of the period, Blowup. Bailey penetrated the world of high fashion with a combination of balls and fearless style: fur-lined coats, tight trousers, and perfectly tailored suits. Iconic as Bailey’s photos became, it was usually the man behind the camera who was the most striking subject in the room.

• The white tank-top T-shirt will never lose its cool. Every man goes through his phase of wearing one.

Photo: 1970 Sus/Retna LTD

George Best

Before Becks there was Best. The dark-haired boy wonder from Belfast hijacked English football when he debuted for Manchester United in 1963, becoming a soccer sensation, celebrity, and sex symbol in short order. Whether it was his Beatles-inspired haircut, slim suits, or Chelsea boots, his style reflected and defined the times. He always kept current, from the crisp lines of mod to the rococo collars and peak lapels of ’70s London. Bestie inspired the 1966 Kinks classic “Dedicated Follower of Fashion,” and as his legend grew, his life came to revolve less around the pitch than discotheques and parties. “I spent a lot of money on booze, birds, and fast cars,” Best once said. “The rest I just squandered.”

• Women love a torso-hugging vest. Buy one on its own, or pick up a three-piece suit and doff the jacket.

Photo: Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images

David Bowie

From the Kabuki-inspired androgyny of Ziggy Stardust to the crisply tailored modern rock star as one-man corporation, David Bowie’s ever shifting personae influenced entire musical genres, not to mention wildly successful reinvention experts like Madonna. And even when his performance-art motifs have threatened to overshadow his talents as a musician, Bowie has always rebounded in song, never succumbing to style over substance. Perhaps Moby said it best in 2005: “I can’t think of any other musician in the twentieth century who has impacted popular culture and music more than David Bowie.” And did we mention he’s been married to a supermodel for fifteen years? Just wanted to throw that in.

• The skinnier the tie, the louder the (style) performance. And isn’t it funny how what looked sharp forty years ago still looks sharp today?

Written and Reported by Andy Comer, Hilary Elkins, Alex French, David Gargill, Randy Hartwell, Howie Kahn, Cole Louison, Laurence Lowe, Trent MacNamara, Jordan Reed, and Luke Zaleski

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The presence or absence of a #1 Dad.

I wish I had a number one Dad. The dad that gives me a reason to buy a tie.

In this season of Father's Day, I envy my friends who is trying their best or at least giving effort in finding a gift for their dad on Father's Day. Although I stay away and create alibis so that I can't go with them and look for "the gift" because I might just feel jealous, I forward them links like five presents for dad that are better than ties so that at least I was of help in their short-term dilemma on gift-buying. Even if I'm one of those lazy friends who would suggest that a tie would suffice as a gift because it is one of those moments that I may have ran out of ideas, however, knowing the innocent taste of friends and the dilly dally attitude when shopping, I highly suggest that they order on online stores. I think a smart shopper nowadays, who doesn't have the time to go to the mall, orders their goods online (except for groceries). While surfing on the net, I suggested to a friend that he should buy this university stripes tie with bunny skulls.

Call me frantic but I think it's cute. I would certainly wear it if I were a business student doing class presentations (the hip student) or when i become a dad (the hip dad). Also, it makes a dad the coolest guy in the office if he wears that!

However, If you knew that your older sister and your younger are also buying a tie for your dad, I wouldn't risk my dad looking like a tie store in the office or being pushed around on who's tie to wear the day after Father's Day. If the choice could be anything other than tie, exploring an inner creativity and make homemade gifts to give to a dad is one good idea. The selection range is more diverse than ever: you can compose a song, write a heartfelt card, or paint a picture of your dad. It's your call. I think it would be the sweetest if you'd make an essay to your dad and tell him what is the best advice he gave to you. In that way, it makes a dad not only feel contented and reassured that he is doing a good job, but he would be able to know that he was successful in raising you as his kid. I would be the happiest man if I know I raised my kids well.

There is a catch in all these gift-giving season. It is not just Father's Day. No. All season that requires gift giving should have a big consideration in this highly important matter of trash and environment. Any buyer should be mindful of everything and anything he/she buys. Even if I am not a hardcore environmentalist, being green isn't just a fad but because being green is urgent. We can talk about that some other time. If you're worried that what you're going to buy may hurt the environment, try looking up these
12 green gifts dad will love
. It will not only make your dad happy but also you don't hurt the environment. Ties can also be made of organic materials (see picture below), and they can be so chic yet so environment-friendly.

The very essence of Father's Day is celebrating the story of daddyhood. It is you. You are the story of your dad, in his presence or absence, you remain to be the successor of the memories of what it takes to be a dad.

Now, if the tie I bought could just look for its owner.


Happy Father's Day to the condomless. The moral/joke: "You wouldn't want a child as stubborn as you." You can buy condoms just like this chinese condom with David Beckham semi-naked. You'd feel humping like a soccer superstar!

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