…And that’s what happens when you prioritize vanity over spiritual affairs… leaving the church at noon practically at a run, happily thinking that we were done with the Pre Cana seminar and rushing off to the mall to shop for the pre-nup photoshoot getup…We assumed the seminar was only until noon because that was what the lecturer said. There was a family planning seminar in the afternoon but weren’t we done with that??? We found out however, that the Family planning seminar from the municipal hall is different from the family seminar conducted by the church. Not getting it. The family planning and the pre-cana seminars are requirements for marriage but they contradict each other. Family planning at the health center says ‘Go condoms! Go birth control pills! The church says au naturale is still the in thing in heaven.
We had to start all over, attend and finish a pre-cana.
But shopping… who could resist? …oh those black knee high boots! (a former officemate saw me hugging the boot!) And a black umbrella. Our attire should come with a black umbrella. It was raining all week and it might rain on the 8th, so…
June 8 in the morning
Trial make up
Von, my make up artist, arrived at my home around 20 minutes before our appointed time which was a thumbs up for him. He came in with a bang, waking up our usually muted home with his voice and twangy way of speaking, dragging fancy luggage upon fancy luggage of MAC cosmetics, stand, table, chair and bouncer type boyfriend.
Told Von that I didn’t want to look too bride-y. Glam me up!
The makeover started shortly after nine and ended at 1030. I was getting a little sleepy. But it was worth it. I look good!
June 8 in the afternoon
The photoshoot! (thoroughly enjoying being overdressed)
The photographer (bravo!)
We loved Joey Boquiren’s unconventional work. And it was again just one of those things that felt right for us.
Raining in Intramuros.
Had a feeling that the guy with the long dreadlocks was Joey and I was right!
What we did —
1920s flapper meets street/rock
The background: Graffitti wall ruins in Intramuros.
Wanted us to do steampunk but we need a lot of gadgety looking props for that and I didn’t know where to get such things.
When Joey saw me, he says, “Hey, let’s go to the La Loma Cemetery.” I thought he was making fun of me.
But he was serious and we were game anyway so off we went…
Hello, dead people! Please, don’t get up. We can manage by ourselves.
Had our pictures taken on the gravestones and in mausoleums.
Beautiful in an eerie way. Angels, crosses, columns, windows…
I loved that the photos at the cemetery turned out to look dark yet beautiful, a romantic goth. I’d like to flatter myself into thinking that they even gave off some deep south/New Orleans/Anne Rice vibe.
There were some spectators who thought that we were celebs. A guy asked which magazine the photos will be published.
Joey’s ‘one-more-shot-one-more-shot-really-just-one-more-shot’ got us into a wee bit of trouble (oh no, ‘go to jail. Go directly to jail, if you pass go, do not collect 200’) because this guy from the cemetery administration for the dead or something told us that taking photos is not allowed especially if they are going to be published. We explained that it was all for fun (we get off on goth) and it was for our wedding. He thought that we were foreign weirdos and maybe he even thought we were cultish or satanic or something. Wasn’t that an interesting afternoon, and it wasn’t done yet! So where were we off to next?
That old smelly street in Manila. We changed into our last get ups while Joey scanned the surroundings for some arty background. Ooookaaay, I thought, what’s good to see here? A bunch of guys drinking in the lazy afternoon… street people sleeping by some old building…mess everywhere…stink everywhere…
Joey made us do cheesy lovey-dovey poses.
Loved having my picture taken.
Too bad Joey’s camera ran out of batteries.
More of Joey B. here: http://joeysproject.wordpress.com/2009/06/18/filmore-margaux-06-08-09/