Now my foolish boat is leaning broken lovelorn on your rocks

Photos  by Inez Moro
Vintage one-piece, fur vest stolen from Carla

As already previously (and shamefully) admitted, I am probably the most inconsistent blogger-being ever created. A big part of my now crumbling pile of new-year's resolutions was that I would post more regularly, and I won't even bother trying to come up with a good excuse for my impossible laziness.. I have just been too caught up in my life. Which in my world, means, I have been holing myself up in my bat cave, refusing to deal with all things that make me uncomfortable, and denying myself reality.

Alas, after a little weekend escape into a private island towards the Pacific, I am back with an almost embarrassing amount of backlogs in my inbox.. These photos were taken a couple of weeks ago, when Inez and I decided that life is boring and that we must now find other ways to keep ourselves entertained in the most adult fashion we can manage. A.k.a. I bring over something resembling something that grows in bushes, smear on as much liquid liner as my eyelid can manage to host and we start clicking away in the confines of her 4 walls until I can pose no more. Et voila.

Of course I take it you too wear your swimsuits out in public, covered only by a flimsy fur vest.

Naturally.
 

"I'm not perky."

 [wearing Forever 21 skirt, Zara black shirt, the Landmark white shirt, DIY ribbon tie, B Club suede thigh-high boots]

Photos by Rich Sarto

For those who have followed my blog since the start, you are probably annoyingly aware of my penchant for all things Halloween and my borderline obsessive habit of acquiring or creating costumes for myself and others. As my first Halloween back in the city in YEARS (6) - I had to make sure it wasn't gonna be an excuse for me to slack off. And this time around, I had two parties to attend at PRIVE. Costume #1 was for the 27th.. so I saved the best for the 31st. I didn't wanna be cute, or sexy, I just wanted to be more like myself. And I wanted to see how much time (in %) I could spend in one night, fighting off a smile. It was much harder than I thought.. especially after a little Champagne and while dancing. YOU try dancing to hip hop while frowning. Go on, try it...........

Wednesday Addams is kind of a personal hero of mine. Small, sarcastic, sinister. And she was always impeccably dressed. The baddest. The best.

Wednesday: Pugsley, sit in the chair. 

Pugsley: Why? 

Wednesday: So we can play a game. 

Pugsley: What game? 

Wednesday: [strapping him in] It's called, "Is There a God?" 

You get my point. ♥

What were YOU this Halloween?

LEE Night Skins

 with fellow fash bloggers Verniece and Tin ♥

[wearing Forever 21 striped mini dress, my favorite vintage plaid shirt & B-Club thigh high boots]

A loyal denim fan, it was a no brainer that my ever-so unpredictable schedule was going to have to be cleared for a dinner hosted by my favorite denim brand, LEE Jeans. The Night Skins series promised me exactly what I had been searching for, the most essential party-all-night-long kinda jeans. As a VIP host for one of the busiest clubs in town, I prefer being dressed in more low-key pieces on my nights off - and because my "nights off" have nothing to do with staying in and behaving myself, I can only sheepishly conclude that (as you have probably guessed) - this can only mean my prancing around the club scene as a more grunged up version of myself. 

The dinner was absolutely fab and the presentation straight to the point and uncomplicated, just like every denim line should, if you ask me. It was fun to get back to "blogger behavior" - shaking hands, meeting new blog friends and being reminded that people DO read my unstable word vomit and appreciate the way I flaunt my narcissism. 

Excuse me, while I write Santa a little denim wish-list...

Now, if only I could figure out a way to make my derrière look as perfect as the model's did in them, I'd be a pretty happy camper. hahha

Thank you my fabulous loverrr Earl Semitara for the invitation. Me love you long time!

My dearest readers - PS: I haven't forgotten you guys, and yes, I promise to absolutely blog more! Pinkie promise ♥

smooches

This here city is for the lonely ones, won't find no angels selling maps to the lost

[wearing Calvin Klein high waist cut-offs, TopShop zipper body, vintage polka-dot tunic, Centropelle platforms via Zalora.ph]

Things I learned this week.

• Bullet points are still fun.
• It's rained far too much.
• It might be time for a drastic hair change..
• Dr. Atkins' diet works.
• Team Miami Heat = rockstars.
• Hunter Parrish of Weeds is PRETTY.
• I miss speaking German.
• I'm way too picky for my own good.
• Sleeping all day is good stuff.

These photos were taken at Prive on yet another night of dancing.. the shoes are currently my favorite - I love them so much, I ordered them in black, only to get the wrong pair and to be told that the pair I want is not in stock anymore. I could cry! I might seriously have to re-think my love affair with shoes, and go back to strutting around barefoot. [insert spoiled frustrated whining]

Can you tell I have nothing valid to complain about? The skies are clearing..

We're tearing up the town 'cause that's just how we do

After years (?) of communicating online, we finally managed to bump into eachother. So I had to pull a sneaky and snap a photo of us just in case I don't see her for another 2 years - the Friday night crowd at Prive was intense last night, and so I fled to my usual comfort spot to get my Champagne-drink on from there.. the DJ's booth.

Follow RALEENE - fashion blogger, photographer, interior designer and uber-talented songstress ♥ Werk!

And if Cupid's got a gun, then he's shootin'..

[wearing Boom Sason Fashion LaMoss pants, neon tie-dye The Headware worn as tube top]

Apologies to all the unanswered emails! I have been so caught up in the now that I have had no time to breathe, let alone sleep. I just got back from Morocco a few days ago after 4 months of falling in love with the country and have been fighting my jetlag and heartaches with my boys Jose & Jack.. 5 days in Boracay should restore me to my better self and then I promise I will try to wake up my half-dead braincells by writing more. For more constant updates, follow me on Instagram [renegadelovers] and Tumblr [renegadeloverrr.tumblr.com]. 

Also, I finally have a Facebook page for the blog: 

Show me some lovin' ♥

Trust Me, It's Paradise

Kisses from gloomy Boracay! XOXO 

 PS: Thank you my lovely Xavier Ryan for the photos!

She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond

Before I left the Philippines, I wrapped up two last minute magazine shoots. This one for Mabuhay Magazine had all my friends, who have recently travelled on a Philippine Airlines flight, instagramming photos of the article and text me things like "You are everywhere!" or "Dude, this chick looks like you!". Here is the full feature. Doesn't the cover just make you wanna leave your job, sell your house and move to Palawan?! This article is making me so homesick right now.

Meanwhile, in (albeit) sunny Rabat, I am daydreaming of swimming, sun tans and a massive jug of Sangria. Two weeks to go until Marrakech. Booyaa.

But while I'm here, I shouldn't complain. My life hasn't exactly been of the uneventful sorts lately. 

If you know me well, you will know exactly what this means. hahha ;)

Thank you Anika Ventura from Mabuhay :)

And distance is braille and all that entails

Photos by Inez Moro

Hiiiiiiiiiiii ♥

Yes. I'm the worst blogger ever, I know. 

So I have finally moved away. I arrived in Morocco last week, and had no time in between settling in, a quickie trip to Marrakech and starting my new job. Supermarkets are exciting again, because I cant read most of the labels, crossing roads is like an adventure in itself and learning how to drive stick in French, when you can't speak French, is proving to be tricky, and also hilarious.

Morocco is a beautiful country, there is lots to see, and my new job in tourism now allows me to do a little exploring. I have a stack of books to read, and photos to go through.. it's overwhelming, but exciting at the same time!

When you start to feel stuck and unhappy with your life, it usually means only one thing.. boredom. That and throw in a little heartbreak and confusion and its a recipe made to create self destructive little lemmings, and a lemming I refuse to be. It's funny what a little plane ride and a change of environment can achieve for our sanity. Once you learn how to put yourself first, and the things you know you deserve for yourself become non-negotiable, you know you are starting to wake up. 

And when you clear your mind and throw the things that weigh you down out the door, you make more space for the things that truly matter. And space for yourself, above all.

PS: Photos were shot at Salcedo Market for an in-flight magazine. Styled by the ever so kooky Carla Villanueva. 

Will you still love me tomorrow?

My first mobile post! My can't-live-without MacBook is at the shop do I have to grin and bear, meaning figure out a way to scratch this itch via iPhone. In a few days I'm getting on a plane and flying into wonderland.. I am a bag of nerves!!!

Today I shot a beauty editorial for Bridal Magazine. I am so not the 'bride type' and I'm honestly almost convinced I don't posess the bride gene. Nonetheless, working with my pseudo sister Erica is always something I'll get out of bed for. Especially because she knows me so well, that she already had the flowers ready to be inserted into my hairdo. And while the other two models were giggly and in love, I couldn't help but remark that maybe I could be "cynical bride", just to restore some balance in the world. Of course Erica, knowing me all too well, couldn't hide a giggle. But I think "grumpy bride" would have worked just as well.

♥

Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss

 wearing Forever 21 dress, trusty Zara heels & drunken smile

I know what it must look like but I promise I havent been partying that much... okay I take it back but there isnt much else to do here. Manila has proven itself to be some kind of concrete cage for an island baby like me. My last trip to the island didnt really knock my socks off but thats understandable considering that all the European party-heads hadnt found their way back yet. Now I can feel my hands itching for what I call "ADVEEEENTUUURE" and my mind is spinning wildly with the announced arrival dates of the kite-brigade. 

I have been obsessing with how I might be able to get my life under control, and finally become a "grown-up" as I was told the world is expecting of me. This mystery of how to evolve into something so unfamiliar in my book has become the bane of my young existence.. and months later I have decided to dust myself off, flip up my middle finger and just be who I know myself to be. Maybe I am one of those who will one day be devoured by her sheer refusal to live in the so-called "real" world. Maybe I will regret running barefoot for most of my adult life and laughing at expectations and paying the world in hugs and smiles. But right now, maybe just today, or maybe for the rest of my life, I'd like to think I don't care. For as long as I can wear flowers in my hair and dance in the rain..