Thursday, 18 February 2010

It's Teresa's Time

All eyes are on Teresa Helbig's debut in this month's Cibeles Madrid Fashion Week.  Winner of Marie Claire's 2009 Best New Designer and Barcelona Es Moda 2009 award for Best Professional designer, we are betting that this lady could  possibly be  the next Amaya Arzuaga.

Even I, am very excited with Teresa's debut, I am inspired to wear a white dress with a giant bow belt on the day of her show for some tribute.  Too bad, I'm not going to Madrid for the Fashion Week.  I will be in my bed, sulking like a spoiled brat denied of his sweets.  I will be twittering like mad though so if you want to join the bashings, follow me on Twitter.

Anyway.

One thing that sets Teresa apart from her contemporaries is her eye for details. Her designs are fresh, well-defined and ultrafeminine.She channels the 50's influences without forgetting the womanly silhuettes and curves of the 70's.

Teresa started out as a window dresser and her  entrance to the world of mainstream fashion was sort of a cliché:  She was in the right place at the right time.  This time, the right place was in a friend´s wedding where she came wearing her own creation: an 80's inspired dress with feathers that she made in her mother's work shop.  The dress caused a wave of interest among the guests including the bride and one of her friends that they asked her to do a small collecion especially for them.  And the rest, as they say is history. 

Well, not really.  Teresa's debut in this month's Madrid FW will be a history for her:  She is more than a pro though in being featured in fashion mags everywhere in Spain including the big shots, Vogue, Marie Claire etc.

My personal favorite collection is the "Dans Ma Cage AW09/10" featuring the fun mini dresses with feathers, stripes and giant bow belts.  The collection  screamed "love me!" and I succumbed.






Teresa Goes for the Gold in Her Summer 2010 collection







Well, good luck Teresa. It's your time to shine and you deserve it.  In September, I will pull hair and claw my newly manicured, inch long purple nails if I can't come and see you in Cibeles. IFEMA you've been warned. :)

Besos!

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

The Best and Worst of the Goya Awards

Sunday night was Spain's version of the Oscars---The Goya Awards.  Giles, my editor for Hot Magazine was tweeting like crazy about the winners and although I was itching to see it, I don't have a Spanish telly unfortunately. Yup, ask me what's happening in Iran or the UK or Afghanistan and I can definitely tell you but ask me the weather forecast in Spain and I wouldn't have a clue.

Thanks to the internet though, I can bring the winners in the fashion category judge by yours truly.  Let take the piss shall we?

The Losers

Paz Vega:  I know you haven't had any movies lately honey but this Hannibal Luna gown didn't give you much help either to get noticed again. Two words:  too much.  Too much gown, too much hair.

Manuela Velasco looks fresh, pretty and innocent in a Christian Dior but she could have at least make an effort to put some make up on no?  She looks pale as snow!


 Pilar Castro in Manoush: Oh c'mon.  Really?  For the Goyas? Can someone give this one some professional help stylist please?!!!

Dafne Fernandez in Dolores Promesas: I can only forgive her if she is pregnant.  Is she?

  
Clara Lago is Wearing a Dior but the waistline is just so heavy, it totally hid her curves.  She looked like a barrel here.


 Sorry Pe (in a Vintage Versace) but we have been bored with your safe style lately. Safe hair, safe gowns, safe everything. I  know you look good in everything you wear and that you are one elegant, classy lady but your looks have been so predictable, we are yawning.

And now, the WINNERS:

 The Ministry of Culture's Angeles Gonzales Sinde in a stunning  Amaya Arzuaga (my favorite) gown.  If all public servants are as stylish as her, I will enlist myself in the army.


 Model/Singer Bimba Bose in a David Delfin suit added some colourful androgyny to the night. 

and my overall WINNER

 
Maria Reyes in an Ana Locking gown:  This is how you do the red carpet, bitches!  The hair... the gown and the dog! I love, love , love the Mae West look with a hint of Cruella Deville mixed with fiercesome tranny attitude.  Perfection. 
Calling the Oscars, Invite this beauty to your award show this year for some added attraction. 
She would be glad to bring a Toro next time.


Besos!





Monday, 15 February 2010

Let’s Talk Clubbing


I started out clubbing when I was 19. Yup, I was a late bloomer in the whole clubbing scene. I was a straight A student and just out of the blue (a month before graduating from the university to be exact) I finally had the courage to discover what most of my classmates were busy with and why they come to class late, glassy eyed with their wrist stamped with unusual names and shapes.

Little did I know that the discovery would make me the party monster animal that I was for the next 5 years. At my first job for Verizon in Manila, I had to miss work (we worked midnight to 8am) so I can strut my stuff in BED and later on , I was bringing officemates to join me. Yes, I was a bad influence. After that, I worked with a magazine and that was worse (or best?) ---we were going out literally every night! We were unstoppable and you can name the best party places in Manila, we’ve been there. (Makes me miss all my girl-friends now! Awww). That was in the early part of the noughties and the soundtrack of my life were “So Many Times” by Gadjo, “Dove” by Moony, “Joyrise” can’t remember by who and “Absolutely Not” by Deborah Cox which never failed to make even the butchest queer act and dance like RuPaul in heat. Absolutely Not also reminds me of my infinite love for Brian Kinney.

Fast forward to now, it hasn’t been 2 years after my surreal arrival in Spain that I started going out again. But honestly, it felt different. During my 20’s, as everyone was in that age, I was fearless. I danced like there’s no tomorrow, I flirted like a pro and I drank like a fish. Not anymore. I still can dance the night away if I want to but I get bored easily and my eyes will involuntary close at around 4am. I still have fun and flirt but not unless I can sense that the flirting is mutual. I don’t know, maybe it is the culture as well. In Manila, I can just smile and introduce myself to someone but here, people are more how do I word it…cautious. Saying that, I have been to several parties in Ibiza (the best) and P. Banus and although sometimes I bore myself to death, the eye candies always make it worthwhile.

Next month there will be a massive party in Dreamer’s and I am definitely going to re-live those good old days of being a party addict.

The 19th of March, at Dreamer’s Puerto Banus, the biggest, craziest house party will take place:  Dreamer's House Parade 3d Festival . I know you have seen the adverts and read their press releases virtually everywhere but let’s get a little deeper on what’s gonna happen.


dreamers houseparade from Faxside Records on Vimeo.

The Basics: 7 Djs in one night. How cool is that? Later on this post you will find the names of the DJs playing for you who are like me-- clueless with DJ names (except of course for the brilliant Kouijzer brothers) .In fact, I don’t even know the name of the resident DJ of my local gay club in Torremolinos (Parthenon) but I know he goes to the gym everyday, wears Maybelline foundation in beige on weekends, and an extra shiny, shimmering mineral foundation on New Year’s eve party.


Anyway, before I go on about the party, let me digress a little bit about DJs. Obviously I go to gayclubs more than straight ones so I know that these clubs hoard the best looking DJs in town (and a lot of times, the best ones too). In fact, I am openly declaring, through this blog, my crush, to the very good looking Steven Redant who can spin me right round anytime and anyday he wants. I have been to one of his gig years ago and it rocked. Unfortunately, he is a happily married gay man. And no, he is not part of this party we are talking about either.*sigh*



My DJ crush of the moment, Steven Redant (photos from gaydar radio) . P.S.  who wouldn't want a boyfriend with a tongue like that?  Just asking.

Now, before you run out there and try to snatch your own DJ be warned because true to the word of my future ex-bf Steven, "DJs are not as easy to pull as you think and they are not  all fucked up with drugs" to be easily cavorted into sex. At least know the title of  one their mixes and pretend you're interested.  Then you might just get lucky to have your own spot in the DJ booth or best, under the turning table (wink wink).

So, moving on with the party, again let’s do a roll call of the guests:
Photosonic Orchestra will be burning down the house with their music and a 3D live audio visual show, using live footage from live performances and interactive live with the audience. Hence, everyone will be wearing 3D glasses!


At 2:30 am, the show will stop and this will give way to a fashion show by  JNBY. I will do a separate post this week about the brand. I got the scoop that there will also be a Capoeira show within the show. Translation: Brazilian fit men doing stunts on stage. So that will be a good reason to bring all your fag hags.

And of course, the group Alice In Wonderland will be showcasing their best performances from their roster of Gogo Boys and Girls, Transvestites, Drag queens, the works! Geez, this is like a complete party menu!

Attention: This is not a gay party ok, but it is a genderless party. Everyone is welcome—men, women, gay, lesbian and everything in between---as long as you are fun. And for fuck’s sake, wear something nice for the occasion will yah?

Tickets are available at different prices. Check out their website, http://www.fxsgroup.com/ or call FXS Office at  952932829 . Make sure you namedrop MarbellaStyle and you can get some discount. Ok? See you there bitches.

Besos!








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