Hacking it is when you have no budget for a shoot (not meaning ‘no limit’, meaning no money!) and gather friends to help you do one instead!
Urbanscapes is coming up (HELLO WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. 28TH JUNE YO!) and each of our publications are doing a countdown online.
Check out Junk’s and KLue’s.
Have you clicked on it?
You gotta click on it first, else you don’t know what i’m talking about.
Basically we are all to superimpose heads of people involved in Urbanscapes (artists, partners, DJs, boutique owners, everyone) unto bodies wearing Urbanscapes t-shirts. The bodies obviously belong to Freeformers.
I thought oh cool, it’s gonna look whack!
Then i realised… damn.
The concept is very KLue and Junk… but it’s not really Tongue in Chic.
A picture of a t-shirt… styled like that… on a fashion blog?
NO!
SALAH!
TAK BOLEH JALAN.
So i decided on Friday (yes. just yesterday evening) that i’ll organise a shoot to have a series of pictures taken of the shirts… styled how we would wear them if wehad to wear the t-shirts.
I called up Idan, (who’s only 20-years-old!) and takes super semangat fashion shots.
We managed to sort a deal out (If you see this picture of me on his Flickr, please don’t think i wanted that taken… i had no make up on and was just blahing in my romper to work, not model! Kena forced sial -_-)
Okay, models.
Damn. Who to ask to model?
So last minute, there isn’t time to put online i’m looking for *cough*free*cough* models.
DidiBuli: You know so many people, ask some models. Me: The models i know, are too busy to do this la… and have to pay them…
DidiBuli: Ask some models who cannot make it and they’d do for free, for their portfolio. Me: I don’t know any models who cannot make it… the ones i know all can make it… cheh wah!
DidiBuli: Ooh, SNAP!
*ponder*ponder*
DidiBuli: Ask Irman la… he knows all these young chicks. Me: Hahaha!
*ponder*
Me: Fuck, just ask friends who know how to pose la… i buy them drinks or dinner in return!
So i got two fashion-loving friends to help out – Michelle and Azana.
They were great, besides just me bringing a massive luggage bag of clothes, accessories, scarves and shoes; they brought some as well.
Azana even went so far as to bring a hairdryer. Champion.
I laid the 8 Urbanscapes T-shirts i borrowed from the office on my bed, glancing at them as i packed things i thought would match with them or make them look better at any rate. Tim Gunn‘s line went through my head sternly – “Make it work!”
Below’s just half the amount we lugged six floors up a construction building (Idan’s secret shooting spot) unto the rooftop.
Lots of shoes. Just in case.
Idan’s fantastic. He’s like a photographer + make up artist + hair stylist rolled into one.
It worked out pretty well, we’d exchange girls as we went along.
Idan would shoot one girl whilst i got the other ready.
Then switch.
Then again.
We shot eight outfits in total.
Azana and Michelle were fab at enthusiastically suggesting things to style too.
Surprisingly we ran on good time and managed to finish just before dark.
I can’t wait to see the pictures, and the outcome of us hacking it!
It was super fun tho, with us rummaging through different coloured tights, skinnies, sunnies, heels, and accs to throw together.
Azana even danced up there.
Yeah yeah… it’s distinctly my favourite brollie from a previous entry.
Look out for the pictures, which will go on Tongue in Chic starting Friday
Thanks to Advertlets for inviting me for the Made of Honour dinner at Mariott.
Truth be told i wanted to ffk cos i was SO tired from work and couldn’t be bothered dressing up for it, but couldn’t possibly do that last minute!
“I’m so tired… i don’t want to go *cry*” “Yeah man. I’m tired too.”
“You know we’re being spoilt bitches… Cos we’re complaining about going for an 8-course dinner at Mariott!”
Luckily there was bubbly to pick us up.
We stopped complaining after that.
And it turned out to be super cool cos we met David Lai, this mentalist who totally fucked with our minds and bent spoons in front of us.
Not only that, he dangled one with his fingertips, moved his hand slowly up and down and the spoon looked like it was melting.
Right in front of us.
To the point, it BROKE.
RowdyRudy, Fireangel Eelaine and i started screaming outside the ballroom.
We begged him to do more but he said the hotel wouldn’t fancy the idea of him spoiling so many of their spoons!
Sorry Mariott >.<
I really like Eelaine, feisty one she is.
Rudy and her started shouting and cursing each other upon 10 seconds of introduction.
Scary.
And of course, thanks to Buena Vista Columbia Tristar Malaysia! Looking forward to you joining us – just 4 days more till the 17th of June 2008! Just blog a post, and bring you and a friend over for an unforgettable affair!”
If you didn’t already know, Wan and AprilPikachu have recently joined Freeform.
Wan, as writer for KLue.
And AprilPikachu for Junk.
Now i know a lot of people still connect AprilPikachu aka April Kuan to Juice mag (where Kevin Yeoh resides now).
And it’s tough shaking off that reputation after her being editor there for 5 years.
But no.
No more okay?
April Kuan is Junk Editor now. Junk junk junk!
Get it right yo!
This here’s a picture of someone whose face i see most during the day:
A DidiBuli reaction when we meekly announce we want to eat non-halal food for lunch – “I don’t like to eat anyway. I’m lazy to chew.”
0_-
This here is a picture of SarChan’s leg.
She fell into the longkang last week.
I know it sounds funny, but it was quite serious cos SuperstarAdlin had to take her for a tetanus shot.
Kesian also Sarah, cos she was all stressed about work… Then had to go fall into a drain.
0_o
I found a piece of paper on which i’d written down some of SarChan’s comebacks so i could blog about it, kept on forgetting!
Here are a couple of SarChan Comebacks:
Priya: I want to go where Sarah goes cos she’s so cool! Sarah: *shrugs* Oh well, some lead and others follow, y’know? Me: HAHAHA!
Priya: How come i’m labeled the alcoholic? Sarah: *shoots back* Cos you’re always coming in to work hungover. Me: *silently* YeS. I’ve lost the title!
I realise that everything i blog about accounts for some event/person/product that i have to mention.
Well. For once it’s not one of those times.
Cos i’m sick of it.
It’s inevitable that if you get someone who’s a hippie inside *cough* they’d tend to lose the financial plot and their mind starts wandering elsewhere.
Like a friend said, “you know why? cos we don’t care about the money! yes. we do in a sense. but not to the point where we work. and work. and die.”
He said that to me just now when i went to pass him back his CC he accidentally left with me.
Wow. Destroyed? I’ve never had that word used to describe me before.
Gone, yes.
Fail, yes.
Destroyed… is another category altogether.
I know i have a dry patch of skin on my forehead.
I know i’ve suddenly got a zit or two.
I know i’ve acquired sudden paranoia that i’m going bald (i swear i feel my hair is less/forehead is higher…)
I know my make up’s not covering what it’s supposed to anymore.
I’m hoping this ‘destroyed’ look is only constrained to the end of a Monday.
