how to FAKE summer...
Woe is you! Low on funds (or friends with funds), you've been marooned in the concrete city. Better not tell your haughty mates, lest they think you're a summer bummer. What to do? What to do? Fake it! Bake it! And make it! Have a faux summer!
SUNKIST. The true sons of summer glow gold and so should you. To become truly burned, you have to
log hours under the sun. Grab:
- sheets of unpainted yero
- two liters of Coke (original)
- egg timer
What to do:- At 15 minutes to noon, climb to the highest point on your property (rooftop, old tree, water tank).
- Lay your sheets of yero a la beach towel, and then strip. (Yes, do it! There's no one watching except Google Earth and village yayas.)
- To help your bronzed state, slather your pale body with the sticky, dark goodness of Coke.
- Now, lie down on your yeros for double sun searing exposure (front and back via reflection). Set the timer for 30 minutes. and turn over for another half hour like a lechon.
- Try other drinks like Sarsi, Beer na Beer, or dark gata to add richness to your color.
BEACH SNAPS. Now that you're
nognog, it's time for a
photo shoot. Don your coordinated beach wear and, against an all white wall, strike a summer pose. Keep in mind what
Tyra says: "
Smile wit yo eyez." So, smile your pretty eyes away, inhale like your life depends on it, and vogue. Some scenes to try:
- Just landed and now so happy to be in paradise
- Just drunk and now so rolling and lolling around the sands.
- Just me and now so hot and pose-y and super fine!
Now with your ninja
Photoshop skills, crop out the white background and paste your bod on fantasy locales. Remember to use proper blending, shadows, and proportions. Do not use
Liquify to thin your frame. Snapshots need some semblance of (fat) truth.
PASALUBONG. Trinkets for friends form your faux getaway will move your lies closer to truth. Get crafty. If you came from
Faux Boracay, string white shells or whitish shell-looking things into anklets. If you visited
Faux Palawan, string pearls from Greenhills into necklaces. If you summered in
Batanes, string straw into a
vakul, the oh-so-fly traditional headpiece of the Ivatans. Warning! To pass as bona fide pasalubongs, you have to make tough decisions. Can I de-shell my sister's pet turtle and turn it into a necklace? Should I nick my mom's heirloom pearls and pass them off as Palawan pasalubong? Must I cut off
lola's
Maria Clara hair and spin it into a hat? Yes, yes, and yes.
REFRESH. Before you make your grand return from
Faux Summer, get some rest. You need to look fresh and happy like an authentic vacationer who spent days under the sun. On the third day of your
Three Days/Two Nights Fake Vacation, do nothing. Draw the curtains, turn your airconditioning to full blast, and beautify. Cleanse, tone, and moisturize. Slap on an oatmeal mud mask. Then, lie down on your bed and tape your eyes shut. Sleep for
12 hours. Wake up from your forced slumber for your four-hour
masahe. Sleep again and dream of waves. If you can't do the aforementioned, score a couple of
Valiums,
Vicodins, or
Xanaxes to achieve fake serentiy.
STORIES. Friends and especially foes in friendly disguise will surely quz you about your
Faux Summer so get your story straight. Research, memorize, and rehearse:
Where did you stay? "The just opened Boracay/Palawan/Batanes Heights which no one knows about but me."
Hmmm, who were you with?
"No one. I needed time to be with myself."
Now, whip out your solo photo series frolicking by the shores and witness the tides change.
Oooh, did you enjoy? "Oh, not so much. I wished you, (dramatic pause) all of you, were there!"
This time, relinquish your dead turtle jewelry/stolen pearl earrings/vakuls made of lola locks into their grubby, stubby hands.
You're the best! Great summer ever! "Group hug! Friends Forevarr!"
You duped them. Congratulations, you've faked summer!
Article borrowed from: Clifford Ray Olanday, Manila Bulletin's Style Weekend, 4 April 2008 issue.