Fashion Forward - MFW (Men's fashion Week @ SG)

 

          This year End march 2011 was an 

           interesting twist to my weeklies of things to do ,

             with the task at work of turning around 

            about 6-8 new stores over the course of 

           2-3 weeks , i had a good break in between

              to look at a fashion event that supposedly 

                was Singapore's premier Fashion Labels.

                ...paraded down the catwalks .........  

on my part the night started trying to

       figure the dress code..lol ..not being one too 

     over fussed about what to wear..I a Jeans / 

  Tees /Berms sorta guy ...i had amassed 

        quite a good collection of jackets and blazers

     and shirts thru brands that i work with 

    such Massimo Dutti , Zara , Ted baker 

    but hardly wear them ..decided to take 

      turquoise as my color of the nite.well.

  with every Tom ,Dick and 

      Harry wearing black ....nowadays 

          Mens Fashion Week Singapore Edition

          , the cul de sac .......of events that is to 

           put this tiny dot of 5 million on the fashion map

         to the likes of Paris , New York and Milan 

 MFW Opening Party

    Featuring Kim Choong-Wilkin  

                                         

  Grey Goose was the official Vodka for the nite

                          

                                        

                                       

             a niche corner to express the love for Japan and help her                      

       thru these tough times were also set up  

    i Did what i can do by doodling 

                  

                                                      

An enduring STAR Fizzles onto the night -LIZ taylor

I first notice her when i was a kid watching "Cleopatra"

The violet eyes framed (because of a miraculous mutation) with double lashes;
 the bone-china skin and purplish-black hair; the dangerous curves, 
the “dark, unyielding largesse.....

She had the sublime arrogance of a queen, and the hard pragmatism of 
someone who knew that power is infinitely more desirable than beauty.

Remember, this is the self-titled “Mother Courage” who bore five 
children, who married eight times, burying one husband (producer Mike Todd), 
and who befriended a series of beautiful, deeply damaged men – friendships
 that would lead, on one level, to her seminal and utterly critical work with
 AIDS charities and education.














In 1956, she became a confidante to James Dean (her co-star in Giant): 

Also in 1956, she would run to the side of her closeted gay, drug-addicted and
 tragic friend Montgomery Clift when he smashed his car into a telephone pole
 after leaving a party at her house. She held his broken head in her hands;
 she gathered his bloody teeth until help arrived. And she remained his friend
 throughout his turbulent life.

As she did with Rock Hudson, when rumours of his being gay 
and HIV-positive roared through the industry and press. Since he had 
just kissed Linda Evans on Dynasty, the tabloids were filled with repugnant 
speculation by her and other cast members, who feared that they had
 caught AIDS by talking to him, it would appear.








Michael Jackson was her last anterior husband, so to speak 
(the lusty Taylor always had a romantic partner and close gay
 or sexually inscrutable friend – and he was always damaged,
 yet touched by her truly maternal warmth).






like the loyal-to-a-fault Egyptian queen she famously portrayed,
 Taylor used her nine lives to showcase her beauty and deploy the
 power it gave her.

Elizabeth Taylor’s life is too big beyond daily comprehension and gorgeous too to apprehend. So we must have faith that she used her time here very well, and that the lifelong star, whose “first memory is of pain,” is, at long last, whole and secure in the firmament – her altar.

    

Long Live Cleopatra