Sunday, October 21, 2007 Hit the deck! By Jinggoy Salvador
YEA! Something new - a possible new hangout. Nice place to view the sunset, Caf‚ del Mar-ish, a margarita perhaps, and experience it all in the comforts of an airconditioned chamber. There's still the water, blue, yes, but it's a pool- you still get that cooling effect. But that I still have to check out. It was at night when this event happened.
Fashionistas, hor d'ouvres, and cocktails-stylish- music booming while the manequins take to the ramp donned in the city's designer best -- very new world indeed. The ethnic essence seems to be forcedly injected into the night's glamor theme just to be one with the city's festival spirit. It was nice, yes, for a cultural show perhaps.
We are moving up indeed. The city is finally paying respect to its citizens by coming up with a well-thought refuge from the 9 to 5 corporate confines. Be it restaurants, coffee shops or bars, we are witnessing a genesis of the Davao nightlife! Like mushrooms, entrepreneurial young minds have begun sprouting their fabulous establishments within our midst - chic interiors, themed and hoping for these: great service and savory treats. There is a price to pay. Indeed. As long as it is worth everyone's hard-earned peso, then why not dive into the luxury of enjoying life after laboring for hours. We deserve it.
This event called for the stylish to converge. I just hope it will be an everyday thing. It's getting too tiresome of seeing this generation in their most stylish get-up- jeans and t-shirt. The wheel has turned and we are back in the age of opulence. MTV is showing it. FTV is showing it. Watch and learn. The Deck was conceived as the playground for the fashionable.
You don't have to be a copycat of what the fashion glossies print. It's putting up your own personal style and getting away with it. Get that stilletos walking on the concrete strips of the city.
Experiment. Mommy's chunks will work in this era, so does lola's Pucci scarf. Put it all together and voila!
Which leads to this concern of mine - are our designers doing their jobs? Or are you still feeling probinsyana and refuse to learn that Davao's style makers not your custoreros? Sad. I admire those men and women who enter a sylist's shop and just say, "I need something to wear for a party at this club." And come back to fit the dress. Creative freedom rules. These people know how to make you beautiful, let them do their jobs.
And I have yet to see the day that designers turn away those who bring their telas and ask to have this or that dress copied and say. "You don't need a designer, you need a custorera. You don't need me/You're in the wrong shop." Yum. So stylishly bitchy.
You rarely go out because you feel there's no palce to go -- modish bars are opening aplenty. You don't have anything to wear -- designers will make you one. You still don't have anything to wear -- open that closet and get creative. Don't let those Manolo Blahniks, Guccis, and Pradas gather molds, they were made to be stepped on and not put on an altar. Wear them, feel beautiful, be beautiful because you want to be. Dress up and let them look at you -- they're envious because you can and they can't.
Fifty million is a lot of investment to get that Deck chic and fashionable. Wouldn't it be great to feel like you found a fashionable second home in Davao? Hit the Deck!
