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After another excellent dinner at Boboy and James’s half the guests got up to go to the White Party at the Mandarin and the other half stayed to drink and talk.

What the well-dressed man wears to go out: a kilt. James Reyes models his own design. That’s Pascal the pasosyal na askal admiring the kilt. Photo by RickyV.

About an hour later, as we were psychoanalyzing everyone we know and others we don’t know (“This must not be in the contract because she wants sole custody of Suri. That could get ugly.”), James returned.

“Why are you back so soon?” we asked.

“It was the straightest white party ever,” he declared.

The attendees may have thought it was a party full of white people haha. Lagot, gay culture is now mainstream.

Jackie’s friend who lives in Morocco brought these Hamsa (a.k.a. Khamsa, Hand of Fatima, Hand of Miriam) pendants. They are said to deflect the evil eye. We attached them to these silver hoops we wear when we have to look proper. Voila, our new earrings.

From The Royal Tenenbaums: Gwyneth Paltrow in Lacoste.

Jason Diamond tells A Tale of Two Tennis Shirts in The Awl.

…what the two companies lack in comparable aesthetics, they make up for in their very similar histories: Wimbledon champions founded both brands—René Lacoste started his company in the late 1920s, while Perry’s shirts made their first appearance in 1952—and both companies became famous for manufacturing very similar looking tennis shirts. These shirts are casually referred to today as “polo shirts” (which is technically wrong: the term polo shirt originally referred only to the long-sleeved button-up shirts worn by polo players). Even though the shirts look and feel similar and cost about the same (Lacoste shading a little less expensive), somewhere down the line the laurel wreath of Perry’s logo became a favorite of mods, skinheads, rude boys, football hooligans and Brit Poppers, while Lacoste became the sport shirt of choice for the rich and privileged and anyone looking to be seen as such. But why did it turn out that way?

Amy Winehouse for Fred Perry

By the way neither the French nor the English have won a grand slam in ages.

Rene got these in Malaysia: Earrings woven out of Pandanus by a Hma’ Meri craftsman. The Hma’ Meri are an indigenous community in Peninsular Malaysia. “Despite rapid development,” says the literature, “they have managed to retain much of their arts, cultures, social mores and traditions.”

They also made this beautiful woven bookmark.

On our last night in Taipei we were too lazy to go back to the night market so we asked Chal and Happy to find us some weird earrings. What’s the weirdest pair of earrings you own, they asked.

It’s just half a pair since we lost its partner a long time ago, but this is still the weirdest.

Angry Bunny at the Mirror. We bought the pair at a street market on Washington Square in 1999. What would Henry James say? He would say “Taroush!” then write 200 pages about it. How do we know the bunny is angry? Look at his face.

The runners-up include

Earrings made from plaster casts of our ears by Leo Abaya.

Recycled metal combs by James Reyes.

Reconfigured key chains by Ricky Villabona.

We made these out of hoop earrings and scrapbooking ornaments.

Recycled superglue tubes that Raymond Lee found at Cubao X.

So you see, we have a standard of weirdness to maintain.

100% Turd. Die screaming, you little shit, die!

(Give that actor an Emmy, we hate him with a passion.)

Tyrion Lannister: 100% Hot Stuff.

Pinoy: 100% Manlalait, as we can see from the parodies of that unfortunate advertisement. If it were just the photos and the tagline we might’ve let it go—the photos are quite nice—but the ungrammatical, innumerate, illogical, ignorant manifesto is more than we can bear.

Our favorite takes:

– 50% German, 50% Moreno (0% Tulugan)
– Mahal: 50%
– Alahas: 50% Down Payment, 50% Hulugan
and this Game of Thrones version Chus spotted. As far as we can tell it’s Ruby Redulla’s idea; hope you don’t mind our using it.

Hey a line of (legal, authorized and kosher) affordable Game of Thrones T-shirts would go a long way in shutting us up.

Meanwhile, among people who can spell DNA: DNA Blueprint for Fetus Built Using Tests of Parents, in the NYT.

GATTACA, here we come.

Ayyyy the return of eugenics! Racism disguised as nationalism: the idea that having Filipino genes automatically imbues one with special qualities. And we thought Dr. Mengele was dead.

P.S. Please hire a copy editor, your grammar is atrocious.

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Take this one, greeneggsnham.

…the campaign also promotes bad mathematics and a poor understanding of genetics (from a Punnet square perspective at least).

I submit yer heneur.