The Great Crash

As far as I'm concerned, this is probably one of the most difficult weeks of my life. In plain words, it sucked. No it wasn't the worst, I've probably had more horrible days, like when my grandmother died and our publisher was asking me when I'd be finishing the magazine (that wasn't due yet, mind you). Nope, this isn't it—not the worst, not by a mile. But it was trying, it was difficult, and I'm glad it's (almost over).

Virginia Woolf’s writing table at Monk’s House, Sussex, England, 1967.  Photo by Gisele Freund.

Last week I was coming to terms with what they call writing stamina—how does one write a career piece in less than 2,500 words? Simple, you don't write with 2,500 words, you write with 6,000. And so I did write 6,000 words. I wrote it continuously with almost no sleep in a span of 12 hours. Making it necessitated many hours of research, interview, pre-writing, and fact checking, transcribing, and even watching films from the '60s. As to who the subject is—you'll find out soon enough. Probably in a few days. I'm quite excited about it.

I also had to finish most of my stories for Metro last week. Now anyone who know me well enough and have worked with me many times in the past would attest that I am simply unable to comply with deadlines. Which is why I have to trick myself into believing the deadlines are much much earlier. Otherwise, I won't be able to finish anything. I need that extra kick from deadline danger to get my into a sort of creative overdrive. Sadly, the idea of a looming deadline gives me extraordinary focus, one thing that's difficult for me to achieve without.

The thing is, after every writing marathon is the Great Crash. I am unable to function normally. I sleep poorly. I cannot spell ordinary words. I run out of ideas. I dislike anything bright. I avoid people. 

This was a trying week because I still had a lot to do despite this rollercoaster of emotions. Things to do, people to meet, stories to write, subjects to interview, people to shoot, events to attend (although I skipped out on most, sorry guys).

In any case, I'm glad this week is over, just 30 minutes and it'll be done. Monday will present another battle.  

Girl Crush: Simone de Beauvoir // I want everything //

“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.” - Simone de Beauvoir

At times I feel like this—greedy, wanting to be everything and do everything all at once, getting overwhelmed with the emotion of wanting to swallow the universe whole—the urgency passes after a while, but the yearning remains. It keeps burning. Today, I try to flame the fires. Oh Simone, how to deal?

Girl crush Simone de Beauvoir in my favorite cafe in Paris, Café les Deux Magots

Gone Girl

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Searching for rarities: Bill Cunningham New York

There's a fashion ball tonight and I've got nothing to wear. Instead of moping and skipping out, I think I'll just go out and look for the rarities tonight, as inspired by Bill Cunningham who said in his documentary:

"See, a lot of people have taste, but they don't have the daring to be creative. Here we are in the age of the cookie-cutter sameness. There are few that are rarities: someone who doesn't look like they were stamped out of ten-million people looking all the same."

I'm still halfway through the documentary, I try to watch a bit of it everyday because it inspired me to find similar birds. Anyhow, I'm off! I've got a full day ahead of me.

                                        From Harper's Bazaar 

Paris Haute Couture exhibition

I'm currently in a couture mood so I'm so excited to see the Paris Haute Couture exhibition curated by Olivier Saillard in partnership with Nadja Swarovski.

Here's a sneak peek of the exhibition, c'est magnifique!

For more information, visit the exhibition event page 

V-day!

Happy Valentine's Day!
I've been remiss in my blogging duties but no matter, I wanted to greet all of you on this special day!

This photo is a rendering of sculpture by BIG Architects, installed at the Duffy Square, at 46th Street and Broadway ni NYC.
http://www.designboom.com/design/big-architects-valentines-day-sculpture-in-times-square/

Stuck, help me Susan Orlean

I’m stuck.

As I find myself in the process of writing another career story (when I say career, I don’t mean kinareer, in the vernacular—that I worked extra, double hard on something—but rather, that the bosses are paying more attention to this piece than any other celebrity piece I’ve written before), and at this moment, I am stuck. Grasping for straws, so the idiom goes, but thankfully I still have a few hours until I’m supposed to turn it over. In moments like this, when I’m stuck and need rhythm, I turn to writers that I like. One of those is Susan Orlean, probably one of the living writers I have most respect for. Why do I love her? She knows how to launch a kicker, charm you with unique turns-of-phrase, and install milestones to launch spurts of dopamine to keep you reading from paragraph to paragraph.

I have three books of her that I refer to all the time:

My Kind of Place

The Bullfighter Checks Her Makeup

and Saturday Night

I also have a copy of The Orchid Thief but for the life of me, I can’t seem to finish it.

Times like these, I distract myself by walking around to find that elusive lead, one that will lead me from beginning to end. I hope I find you soon.

New Year, New Perspective

Against better judgment, I've decided to start blogging again. I've had a pretty good year this 2012—of actually ‘living’ and not just reporting or assuming the role of a spectator in my daily affairs—and much of this has robbed me of the energy for introspection. Which brings me to the idea of the blog as a medium for self-discovery, perhaps it will help me slow down and enjoy the scenery, instead of zipping from one activity to the other. As a tactile thicker, I need to form thoughts on paper or onscreen for me to process them, the case is the same whether in writing or designing—my hands are necessary for me to understand the greater scheme of things. 

In any case, I’d like to welcome you again, dear reader, I’ve been blogging since January 2005 but I’ve never taken it seriously, until now. Enjoy!

Me and my fiancé Aurelio in Versailles, France, several hours before he proposed. (Obviously, I didn't know what was coming, or else I would have worn heels!)

Travel journalism

In preparation for my trip to Paris, I've been reading memoirs, hoping to find inspiration from other people's stories about the city. I've always wanted to live in Paris, so I try to live vicariously through these real experiences by writers, artists, and architects. I think I'm too focused on Paris though. I still have to plan out Lyon, Milan, Venice, Florence, Rome, Brussels, Burges, and Amsterdam!

"Scenes from a Paris Market" from Beers and Beans 

On journalism assignments that require travel: "For short, intense periods you're welcomed into worlds that are completely different from your own. Ordinary people tell you their extraordinary stories. And although they will quickly forget you, you don't forget them. Their lives—touching, heartbreaking and sometimes uplifting—will somehow stay with you." - Almost French by Sarah Turnbull (2002)

Louis Vuitton Fall

Really loving the whole vibe of their fall collection because I'm a bag lady myself and I can't help but be enchanted with the whole romantic notion of travel.

Thinking Fashion

Studies have shown that what we wear (and what we think of what we're wearing) has a link to how intelligent we perceive ourselves to be. I first found this story in the Vogue website and decided to look for the study myself to satisfy my curiousity. 

"In preliminary findings from a study published on the Journal of Experimental Social Psychology’s website, subjects who donned white coats that they thought belonged to doctors performed better on tests than those who wore street clothes, or those who thought the coats were associated with artists. Their heightened focus was evident only when subjects actually put on the coat in question (not merely when they were in the same room)," explains Katherine Bernard in a VOGUE.COM article. 

"This phenomenon is called enclothed cognition, meaning that if your brain links Miuccia Prada's or Phoebi Philo's collections with powerful, intelligent women, you’re likely to take on those attributes when you wear that Prada pleated skirt or Céline jacket," the article continues. 

See the full gallery on Posterous

All this talk of the Lab Coat reminds me of artlab's Bio Hazard Coat

Hm...   more on this "enclothed cognition," in the said study by Hajo Adam and Adam Galinsk, they defined the term as "the systematic influence that clothes have on the wearer's psychological processes," and proposes that clothes have diverse impact on the wearer via the (1) symbolic meaning of the clothes and the (2) physical experience of wearing them. 

The first worked on experiments that centered on wearing the lab coat (generally associated with attentiveness and carefulness), and they predicted how wearing a lab coat would increase performance on attention-related tasks. The predicted result was obtained through three experiments, (1) physically wearing the lab coat increased attention compared to not wearing a lab coat (2 and 3) wearing a lab coat (referred to as a doctor's coat) results were better than just wearing a lab coat (referred to as a painter's coat).

I wouldn't mind wearing something like this coat by CDG (via Street Peeper)

 

 

Something wicked this way comes.