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IT MUST’VE been strangled to death in my past life,” laughs Janice Leung while reaching for the Cobra necklace resting on a velvet pad inside the clear glass cabinet. She unclasps its lock, tries it on her…
IF I force to fasten the first button of the sample coat that Kevin Yapjoco put on me, I would not be able to walk straight without holding my breath in. Pardon my white-sauce pan pizza and…
THIS could probably be the 3,728th runway show for either Protacio or Philip Rodriguez, but they still hit hard, like pushing over a domino then watching the rest—a long, curving ribbon stretching back into the past—fall into…
YOU go shop right there,” Edward Castro directed me to the floor area where his team Blaq Mafia—along with Axel Que and Ching Vilar, a troika of fashion stylists—assembled a merchandising wharf of garments contrasting against the…
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