After about an hour of wandering through the mall, passing by all sorts of different people who definitely looked like they had something to do with something I think is called fashion, I met up with my sister and she took me behind a large holding area in the middle of the mall for all the living, breathing, manequins that would be walking in an hour or two. It was crowded to say the least, and cursed with a lack of seats for all the shuffling and moving bodies back and forth from stylings and make up and bathroom breaks and other stuff I would assume to being associated with the model lifestyle.
There was this girl who was signed to the same agency as my sister and they chatted a bit after just meeting, stuff about "what's the pay" and other girly stuff I wasn't too keen on. I found myself a seat on a plastic table and did what I did best in situations where I'm surrounded by an abundance of strangers, immediately inserted my headphones and went straight to the djay app on my iphone and proceeded to turn up.
I must make note of several observations that I made however, first how incredibly awkward the whole fashion and model scene is, at least to me. This is from someone who you could say, appreciates "fashion" and things of that nature but I believe it to be more of a byproduct of the value I put into things with good aesthetic execution. The whole concept of a bunch of people gathering to show off how "fashionable" they are and more importantly the fact that these people must consciously acknowledge what they're doing seems so cripplingly awkward. It just appears a kind of ironic and funny theatre in which the whole idea is to look cool but how cool can you really be by trying to look cool?
Also the variety of models they had was insane, they had children, european models, asian models, exotic looking models, borderline (or just straight) anorexic looking models, gay guys, probably straight guys, and then straight guys (I would assume). Well they needed 300 so I suppose the amount of variety is not surprising and there definitely were some very beautiful ladiez in da house.
And as I sat in the chair, I would sometimes stop listening music to read my new book (Oblivion by David Foster Wallace a book of short stories) and I was unpleasantly close to these guys that had come to sit next to me. I was informed that they were male models form the same agency my sister is in. They were styled horrendously, I recall a sweater and a collared shirt with some rolled up pants and some retarded colored loafers that I had no idea why people still think are cool.
DU WEARING LOAFERS? |
Anywho, about after an hour and a half, most of the chairs in the holding zone had been cleared as most of the models had made their way to the main stage to part take in the record breaking event, it was finally my sister and her stores turn to walk, so they made their way to the stage as I followed. It was outside of the mall in some sort of a gated surrounded by tons of people trying to get a glimpse into the exclusive fashion scene of Manila which looked like this.
What happened after was probably the most unintentionally funny thing I've seen in a while. Amongst the fervor of people strutting on stage (showing off all sorts of clothes, sportswear, menswear, womenswear, childrenswear, hip hop ware, and douchebag ware) the people who organized this event thought it would be a good idea hire a singer who proceeded to do acoustic songs as well as really below average pop songs and I didn't know his name nor did I care to but he seemed like he was doing his thing and enjoying it. Watching the outfits and models (some of whom obviously were doing the first time in their lives) was hysterical and just thinking about what others think about as being stylish and of good taste is frustrating and comical. I don't say that condescendingly but just as a point to think about when it comes to different cultures and styles of thinking and how it changes how you behave. I mean the same things I thought were terrible are the same things others behold to be relevant and stylish. This is often something I seem to be dealing with but I'll perhaps write about it another time.
What happened after was probably the most unintentionally funny thing I've seen in a while. Amongst the fervor of people strutting on stage (showing off all sorts of clothes, sportswear, menswear, womenswear, childrenswear, hip hop ware, and douchebag ware) the people who organized this event thought it would be a good idea hire a singer who proceeded to do acoustic songs as well as really below average pop songs and I didn't know his name nor did I care to but he seemed like he was doing his thing and enjoying it. Watching the outfits and models (some of whom obviously were doing the first time in their lives) was hysterical and just thinking about what others think about as being stylish and of good taste is frustrating and comical. I don't say that condescendingly but just as a point to think about when it comes to different cultures and styles of thinking and how it changes how you behave. I mean the same things I thought were terrible are the same things others behold to be relevant and stylish. This is often something I seem to be dealing with but I'll perhaps write about it another time.