First of all I know these images are long overdue but I guess it’s better late than never.
Months ago, one of the short films I did together with my classmates were showcased in a one-night only exhibition at the Cultural Center of the Philippines or CCP as it is more known to the locals. As it was a night to rejoice and all and not to miss mingle with people, I was in my somewhat anti-social mood (although I chatted up with some friends for a brief while) then as I enjoyed the company of my good friend Bea alongside our narcissistic tendencies. The main objective of the night was really to do an editorial of sorts. Going back to the cinéaste gig, I think it's very improbable as in order to do a film you need money and that is something I do not have. Donc, I bid my dreams of walking the tapis rouge at Cannes farewell and my film to be a part of the Selection Oficiel (Okay, enough nonsense I'm going overboard). There's no chances I'd be the next Audiard, Honoré, Godard, or what have you.
As we went around taking pictures of ourselves and documenting what we were wearing that night kind of crap, I came to feel some sort of dismay for the CCP. I was told by my parents that it wasn’t in a terrible state of neglect (like it is now) some two decades or more ago. So, in the event it became some sort of rediscovery of its grandeur and how one of the most iconic landmarks of poor Manille is slowly fading into oblivion and it is not a good thing. I do not feel that our government is really allocating enough for the preservation of something as important as this one nor does the public even care. When Wallpaper featured poor Manille, the CCP was on its cover. Lately, I’ve been experiencing a renewed interest in the beauty of the conventional and ironical sense which exists in Manille. As for the CCP, I fear that soon enough, it may be too late to save it. I know that art may not save the world but I’d really like to imagine at least one institution here in the Philippines that constantly reinforce the formation of culture which encourages Filipino talent to go on the verge of all things happening. As for me, I’m rather still charmed by the CCP and will never cease to admire it. What seemingly must be a major concern here is the preservation of such infrastructures. As for me albeit the dismay, I’ve enjoyed my time most especially that memorable Coke light dinner I’ve had avec Bea and I’ve somehow showed the world that poor Manille is not necessarily about all those dreadful things I so liketo talk about. It’s a love-hate thing just as you love your parents. In the end, it all adds up to the existence of the jagged conventions of your favourite cinephile.
Velvet blazer: Zara, Chemise: Ben Sherman, Cashmere Trousers: Giancarlo Paris, Lace-ups: Jil Sander.