an overload of cuties, an over indulgence in sweetness
"this is all so quotidian," quipped my friend, sounding more like a professor of literature at columbia rather than a fashion enthusiast. "what is?" i said, indulging his fantasy. instead of answering me, he gestured towards the well-lit, smokey stage where models -- birds on sticks pretending to be women and women pretending to be men -- paraded the latest summer and spring collections of a well-known fashion designer, as well as the entire hotel's ballroom filled with some genuine old money heiresses, new money and no money socialite wannabes who mastered the art of social climbing. i quite agree with my friend, himself a famous fashion designer based overseas. manille's social scene is stale, trying hard, more cosmic than cosmopolitan. &&&&&&&&&&& want to try something more adventurous? i asked teasingly. before answering, he gulped a very pricey glass of s hipwrecked 1907 heidseick. then w...