I'm not one for fashion. No, not me.

Rarely will you catch me as a fashionable, well-dressed, hunk-o-meat strutting my flabbiness, pouting like a bitch, while an imaginary Madonna song called "Vogue" is playing in my head. Nope, not my style. But something about fashion did caught my eye the other day.

I was visiting my wife at her work when I came across a Rogue magazine article from late last year. In it a spread of a local fashion model who I really don't give a rat's ass about and an intriguing article about a certain Bryan Yambao from the wrong side of Muntinlupa (not the prison) who made it big in the fashion blogging genre.

Who is Bryan Yambao? Apparently, this dude is one of the first and the most influential fashion blogger (check out his blog website at bryanboy.com) in the world, he rubbed elbows with the biggest names in fashion and even made it on U.S. cable tv...and he is Filipino. I'm not sure if I am a blogger, per se, since I don't write about a single particular genre or topic, but as a writer of sorts, I like reading about other people's successes and passions, and maybe write something about it.

And so I read.

What unfolded to me is a scat-spraying article by J.R. Nakata with interviews from fashion designer Tina Daniac, and how he, seemingly, attempts to undermine Mr. Yambao's (will refer to him as BBY from this point on) success by claiming that he was a fashion gold-digger and a total bitch who committed credit card fraud to afford his expensive fashion tastes.

While everyone who have read BBY's blog agree that he is an overzealous bitch who likes to flaunt his expensive purchases on the net and what have you, the article to me borders in the bizarre and the tactless. But then again, the writer was writing about a gay dude who openly posts his sexual adventures and crazy purchases while spitting at his Filipino heritage.

I don't know BBY personally so I am not qualified to lambaste him but based on what I read, I am getting the impression of a frail looking 31-year-old gay man who wears the most ridiculous of clothing (term is "fashionable"), who likes to be manhandled by foreigners for sex all the while flaunting it all on the internet. BBY's antics is just out of this world. Plus the claims of credit card fraud to afford a $750,000 handbag to me is mind boggling. And that's not the only purchase he made. the article told of stories of burning expensive Prada accessories because "It's just a Prada" or how he would pay $4M in Gucci products abroad but had to ride a taxi cab to go somewhere or how his shanty in Muntinlupa (that he shared with his folks in what is probably the worst part of that city) would have all these expensive stuff hanging or sitting on dos-por-dos shelvings.

BBY's lifestyle is odd for someone like me. He did climbed his way to the top and that deserves a round of applause and my respect. With regards to the credit card scam, well, bloggers make money by advertising, free samples and yes, credit cards from possible sponsors. Maybe this is why he never bothered getting his place fixed because whoever gave him the credit cards, gave it to him to buy, try and review these expensive clothes and accessories. They probably check credit card statements to see if BBY is playing by the rules. Plus, BBY didn't change his name on the credit cards except for a few variations of it according to the article. I don't see anything wrong with that.

If BBY did commit credit card violations and identity fraud then he should answer to the law if there are laws governing such a case but based on what I read, I think everything was done legitimately. On the other hand, Rogue Magazine may potentially have a lawsuit on their hands in the near future.

And what about me? I'm still wearing a hoodie on top of a simple t-shirt and cargo shorts, sporting my worn out Addidas classic shoes and a pair of Roots sunglasses while walking aimlessly in Magsaysay Drive to the tune of "Oppa, Gangnam Style."

Note: Another rush writing. 15 minutes and done. Seems like I'll have to squeeze my blog in between breaks and my day job from now on...oh, what a tragedy.