Everywhere We Shoot is composed of newlyweds Ryan and Garovs Vergara.
Having met at the De La Salle College of St. Benilde’s School of Design & Arts, both say were two kids who used to meet up at a fast food joint near school, just to hang out.
As a result, they ended up smitten not only with each other, but also with each other’s taste. Both were obsessed with magazines and irony, and working together just happened naturally.
Their work has appeared in almost every major magazine in the country as well as a number of publications abroad. They’ve also been commissioned to do brand campaigns, record sleeves, and lookbooks for top Filipino designers.
This April 27, 2013, Ryan and Garovs invite you to their first solo show at Pablo Art Gallery.
They won’t say what it’s all about, only that it opens on April 27, 6 PM
at Unit C-11, South of Market Condominium
9th corner 11th streets, Fort Global City, Taguig.
Exhibit runs until May 31, 2013.
Following my dad’s advice, I stopped working for a few years after having two children.
During that time I had a real dilemma of what to write under “occupation” on the immigration forms.
I didn’t want to write “housewife” because it sounds uninteresting, like something from the ’70s.
That made me decide to get a job. I applied as a writer for the Philippine Star and Millet Mananquil hired me!
Since then I’ve been able to write “journalist” on my immigration forms. That usually means no hassle in the airport—except in China where I would call myself a “writer.”
But more than a writer, blogger, or journalist, I consider myself a house manager.
Here’s what the job entails:
1) enrolling the kids in school and activities
2) buying everything they need, including my husband
3) buying groceries and all sorts of supplies
4) hiring people to repair stuff
5) paying salaries and lending money
6) some charities
7) taking care of the kids when they’re sick (including the hubby)
8) sending the kids to doctors, dentists, haircuts
9) cutting nails and cleaning ears
10) travel agent
12) planning children’s parties and dinners at home
13) ordering uniforms for kids and staff
14) paying bills
15) organizing garage sales
16) hiring people (I don’t fire, I let someone else do it)
I am the last one to sleep in the house and also the last one to wake up
Waking up late is my luxury because late at night is the only time I have that is quiet.
Thank God my husband gives me a good “salary” apart from my own income. It enables me to become an effective house manager.
When I became a mom I had to find to find myself again and it took some time. “Mom” is a great job description but I needed to be something more. For the longest time I envied office workers. But now I consider myself blessed by God to be able to work at home because the kids bug need me all the time.
Now if only I could find the drive to work out regularly, life would be perfect.
Right now I’m crying from laughing and my eyes are slightly stinging because I had slapped on La Mer earlier.
Funny I was just thinking of Brigitte Bardot, how she used to look then and how she looks now.
See how she still fixes her hair the same way.
Growing old is a gift, but it is also very hard. I need counseling. I think I need to consult Gilda Cordero Fernando.
Personally, I’ve always looked kind of average, so I can’t imagine what it’s like to be beautiful. I don’t think I could handle it either because I’m a shrinking violet. When I was five, when my playmate told his yaya he had a crush on me, I wanted to DIE.
But I digress. Now that I’m middle aged, I feel bad about ageing—what more for those who have been famously known for their looks? (i.e. Brigitte Bardot)
That’s why this video of Dove Real Beauty Sketches talks to me.
In it, they hire a forensic artist to sketch women—first as they see themselves, and then as a third person sees them.
On the other hand, the men’s spoof version is hilarious! I didn’t expect to cry from laughing because I know a few men who are just like that. If you haven’t seen it yet, please watch till the end.
If only I had the confidence of these men.