Outfits: Down in Hipstertown

SHIP'S LOG: Bloggers United 3 profits in hand, A and B find shelter from the thunderstorms in Makati's most gentrified warehouse and with bowls of piping hot ramen.

Long time no see, old friends. B and I saw each other for the first time in six months (!) last Saturday, which might explain the relative silence on the blog. Manila's a big city—11 million people and counting—but we have to get together more.

Over vegetarian bahn mi and shoyu noodle soup, we discussed fierce Filipino fashion (on sequinned and glittering display at the Bloggers United event held nearby) and bewailed brothers who take 'artsy', a.k.a. blurry,  photos. Oh, and Instagram, that infamous 1 billion dollar Facebook purchase and every twenty-something's guilty pleasure. We the iPhone-less must make do with desktop applications like Flare and Camera Bag (though pretty nifty themselves). Bandwagons, they are made for jumping on. At least until B and I get the hang of our found-or-borrowed film cameras ('But let's save that story for later,' as a Babysitters Club member would say).

A wears her sister's dress, Madewell shoes, old denim jacket. B wears thrifted jacket and dress as well as a trade-in Dooney and Bourke.