Tag: illustrations

You know what the best kinds of flip flops are? The ones you can wear to both the beach and to any upscale hub, a.k.a. a pair that you can rock with bermuda shorts or a smart trench.  Like so: The new Havaianas

The community quarantine due to the COVID-19 pandemic has forced the Philippines to come to a standstill. As we stay home for the sake of flattening the curve and helping out medical frontliners, it might be the best time to actually learn

Looking for ways to make your lifestyle more sustainable? One of the biggest generators of excess waste in the world is clothing. Not only does the process of making it often result in a lot of discarded material, but it's also an

In the spirit of highlighting Filipino pride this month, we put the spotlight on a local artist's inspired rendition of Disney princesses. James Claridades, an illustrator for a book app for kids, reimagined fictional characters wearing traditional Filipiniana costumes.IMAGE Courtesy of James

If you've been on the internet long enough, then you'll know that Cecile Van Straten, or more popularly known as Chuvaness, is a unique style force online (and even IRL, actually). Her eccentric sense of fashion is something we've always loved at

When you’re as popular as primetime royalty or Miss Universe, an animated portrait of yourself is but one of the many creative gifts fans like to give as a sign of adoration. While many of them are talented artists, there are a

There’s a new artist around the block, and he's only 21. The Q.C. based illustrator known for his unique and distinctive caricatures stole our attention on Instagram, before we finally asked him to do portraits of our Preview Best Dressed Girls last

If you haven't gotten yourself a copy of our #PreviewSeptIssue yet, then you are seriously missing out. More than the fact that it's 200+ pages thick, has a double-sided poster of our cover girl Kathryn Bernardo, and is packed with fashion editorials, it

Illustrations by Mano GonzalesI arrived in New York just as summer was swarming into the city. Still in my small Manila dresses and Doc Martens, writing furiously, pretending I was still a poet, sweating in a pretty boy’s room. “Tall tree,” I called him, “my