Last night after dinner at Serendra, I dragged Jeroen to the Herman Miller store on the second level.
Jeroen had never been up there. We looked at the SMEG refrigerators for a future house, some beautiful FLOS lamps, and finally this shop:
The Herman Miller showroom is very small and was relaunched last November 2012.
Jeroen really liked this setup
I liked the Airia media cabinet
There’s the iconic Nelson marshmallow sofa
The Eames molded plywood chair
The Eames wire chair
The Nelson coconut chairs
and finally the Eames Rocker—the real thing
So gorgeous, I’ve always wanted one. This was taken in Hong Kong in 2010
I thought I got a good deal when I found one in Beijing and brought it home
Then I found out last night that real Eames rockers are matte—not glossy—according to the lady in the showroom. No wonder it was affordable! So Ely, you and I have copies pala. Ngek!
Matte, not glossy. Bullet day, I’ll have a real one.
Visit Herman Miller on the 2nd Level of Serendra, Bonifacio Global City
Open daily from 11 AM to 9 PM. Tel. (632) 659-6449
To know more, go to http://www.hermanmiller.com/
Have you noticed the sudden influx of afams in Manila lately? (AFAM = a foreigner assigned in Manila).
I was having dinner recently at Mamou, Rockwell—and couldn’t help noticing how many afams were passing by and eating in the restaurants. It was almost Singapore levels.
Not talking about Burgos-quality afams, but young, good-looking and male and female afams (no offence to Burgos afams).
Could it be the ad campaign, “It’s more fun in the Philippines”?
Could it be Noynoy Aquino—knowing our sitting President isn’t stealing is making the country more attractive to foreigners and investors?
Could it be that the New York Times, Travel & Leisure , and Condé Nast Traveller all named Philippines as one of the top travel destinations in 2013?
Could it be that new luxe hotels and resorts are setting up shop in the Philippines?
Or all of the above?
After Century Properties announced its new development called Acqua Iguazu with yoo inspired by Philippe Starck comes Aqua Boracay by yoo.
I know it sounds all too confusing—both are called Acqua and Aqua with a slight difference in spelling and both are designed by yoo—but developers are different. Acqua Iguazu is by Century Properties, while the other is developed by the AQUA Boracay Group of Marco Biggiogero, Marco Manzoni, and Dmitry Zhur.
Aqua Boracay will have a cluster of four-storey, low-density and low-rise building, offering 134 units of up to two-bedroom luxury apartments with prices starting at P11 million.
Amenities include concierge, guest services, housekeeping and laundry, on-site water sports, and exclusive access to clubhouse and swimming pools
Take a look at the renderings designed by yoo.
Here’s a studio type
The bedrooms with the local, resort elements mixed with modern sensibilities
The bathrooms I would not complain about. (For me, the big come-on is the banyo. Filipinos don’t do banyos like these.)
The living/dining/kitchen in various renderings—take your pick—it all boils down to clean and simple lines
Is it Vito Selma?
Check out the floor plans for one-bedroom
To me, it all looks magical. But I’ve never been to Boracay.
I imagine a beach looks lovelier with less people. But with Boracay getting more commercialized and populated—hey, at least it get a few notches cooler with yoo joining in the fun.
Now if only the government would fix the airport….
I wonder if Vicky Morales’s show Wish Ko Lang still exists?
Vicky was a schoolmate from Assumption, and I still bump in Vicky once in a while. I wonder if could make a wish through her show.
See, there’s this house on 8th Street, New Manila, which used to belong to my grandparents.
Here’s a picture of me, my elder sister and my Mom in that house, back in the day.
We spent a lot of time there. All weekends and summers of my childhood. We swam, read Pinoy komiks, bought Magnolia ice cream from the cart, played patin-tero and piko (hopscotch), while the adults played mahjohngg and cuajo all the time.
There was a big pebble wash area near the pool. I still remember those glass doors and that couch. I scanned these from my Tita Noni’s photo album, that’s why she’s in most of the photos.
Here’s the view from inside the house. My grandfather is in red, my grandmother is in the green dress.
I have vivid memories of these windows
These were the Galang relatives in the veranda, where the kids used to eat
I wish I had more pictures. The house was sold when my grandparents became too old to climb the stairs and moved to a bungalow. I don’t know who bought the house, but it’s still there and once in a blue moon I drive by and wish I could go inside. I distinctly remember the wavy walls—can you see the slight curve?
This is how it looked two years ago.
I am dying to go back and visit. I literally dream about it.
Sometimes I wish I could just go there with an artista (popular actor) like Maxene Magalona and her mother Pia, and just ring the doorbell. I think Filipinos would be awfully kind to celebrities who appear on their doorstep.
I still remember when Sharon Cuneta rang my doorbell in the ’80s to use the toilet due to the heavy traffic. She was with my former schoolmates, stuck in an unmoving car and my house wasn’t far away. They decided to walk to my house to use the toilet and ask for water.
I wish Sharon and I were close. Maybe she would ring the doorbell for me.
That said, I do hope someone in the universe will make it happen. Does anybody know anyone who lives in this house?