I have never been to Cannes and probably never will.
When I think of Cannes Film Festival, I usually think you have to look like a red carpet bombshell, like Blake Lively.
So intimidating. But then, looking at Vanity Fair’s Best Dressed, I realized you don’t always have to have the bombshell look.
Here are my favorite looks from Cannes 2016, in no particular order:
Chloe Sevigny, because she wears what she wants and has unique style
Soko, who looks like a doll
Soko 2: Love this, except the shoes
Celine Sallette: French seaside chic
Victoria Beckham on the red carpet
Eleonora Carisi, minus the Mole
Araya Hargate in Gaultier
Not on my list, but Andi Eigenmann was also included in Vanity Fair’s List. The 25-year-old Filipina actress wore Patty Ang for the photo call of Brillante Mendoza’s Ma’Rose.
My worst dressed: Marion Cotillard, who looks like she’s wearing a bad Barong Tagalog with a skirt
PS. There is a God!! I’m so happy to see Kate Moss is now a regular woman’s size. Tao siya!
I just woke up from a bad dream and I need your opinion.
It was 2 PM and our yaya and I were in Alabang, starving. We decided to stop at an inasal restaurant to buy food but the place was filthy.
We were led to a dirty table.
I told him, I can’t sit there. It’s filthy.
Yaya and I walked around to look for a cleaner spot but all the tables were filthy and covered with liquid, soda spills, etc.
As a restaurant owner I really hate seeing dirty tables and idle waiters. So I screamed and lost it.
I was so mad, I threw a ball that hit a grocery cart which started to move. A car avoided it and crashed into another car.
I thought of escaping with my yaya, but I knew it was wrong. So I stayed until the police questioned me.
Unfortunately I woke up before the lawyer could tell me what the settlement was.
Can anyone guess how much the settlement should be? Nobody died or was hurt, but two cars were damaged, both small. One was an old rickety model, and one was brand new, similar to these:
I graduated at the top of my kindergarten class during the ’70s. I got a gold medal—just once, and then no more.
From a promising bright student, I became an average, mediocre student—although in all my years, I had only failed two subjects: Physics, where the teacher brought my 75 grade to 74 after I cracked a joke during class. And CMT (military training) after I cracked a joke concerning a military officer’s sword.
Truthfully, my jokes have gotten me so much trouble, I wish I didn’t joke so much.
In the end I did graduate with two degrees—in Journalism and Fashion Design. I like to think I didn’t end up so bad.
In contrast, my Dutch husband Jeroen also didn’t do well in school but he was a happy kid. After school he would play Tarzan with his friends, climb trees, and fall in the mud. His mother was an angel who didn’t freak out seeing mud on the floor, or even when Jeroen fell from a tree and broke his arm (she was a nurse, after all).
At a very young age Jeroen knew he wanted to work with his hands and food. At first he wanted to be a lettuce farmer, but upon the encouragement of his parents, he became a chef.
Since both of us didn’t do well scholastically, we don’t pressure our kids to be the best in class.
In the beginning, Ben and Markus brought home high grades and honors, but as they grew older, the grades became average, sometimes barely passing. None of them—not even Christian—has ever flunked a subject and I thank God. Because after waking up early to beat the traffic, hours of school and tutor after that, all I want for them is to relax and feel at home.
How I wish they would hit the shower as soon as they get home, stinky and filthy from a day in school, but all they want to do is lie down and watch their iPads.
Video games are allowed only on weekends.
I really hate it when they’re given homework that need help from their parents, because even though I consider myself a hands-on parent, I am done with school. I don’t want to do my kids’ homework.
How I wish they had no homework at all.
My husband didn’t have homework but he had a stress-free childhood. And now he is the head of a company that employs hundreds. He didn’t end up bad at all.
So I’m sharing this Michael Moore video in hope that schools in Manila would take notice.
Homework isn’t all that. It’s about happy children, happy families, happy homes—which is, in the end, what really matter.