Friday, December 15, 2006


Oh, Ms. Vilma Santos. It's just such a relief that she was able to redeem herself by being a surprisingly capable and efficient Mayor of Lipa City and has, since the turn of the century, stuck to classic pant suits in mild and neutral colors.

Because there is no excuse -- NOT being beautiful, NOT being the Star for All Seasons, NOT being a multi-awarded actress, NOT having been married to yummy Edu Manzano, NOT even being in the eighties, the most horrific decade, fashion-wise -- for her dressing up like this:

It looks like a piece of orange tulle that was supposed to decorate the ceiling for the supposedly fabulous occasion had fallen on her head. Also, her earrings and her choker do not match, and the choker looks like something my Grandmother used to decorate one of her life-sized saint statues (I think it was Santa Rita, the patron saint of lost causes). The dress itself looks limp and saggy and looks like something a statue of a saint would be draped in, if it weren't so orange, and if it didn't have shoulder pads. But that's not the worst part.

The worst part is that she is wearing orange gloves.


Anonymous lizza said...


Orange is one of my favorite colors, how could she do this to it? You're right, there's simply no excuse for this godforsaken outfit. Your well-written bitchiness makes me laugh! I'll surely be back.

10:35 AM  
Blogger laitera said...

thanks, lizza.

11:07 AM  

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