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A Time To Paint

I've always imagined spending summers with just my watercolor tubes and paint brushes. If I weren't designing clothes, I would probably be a painter or a gardener. I'd go to the province and I would do nothing but just eat and paint.. and maybe grow an herb garden as well.
Today, my friends took me to this unique restaurant an hour and a half away from the city. You get a little bit of private space, eating inside little huts on top of rafts floating on a fish pond. I snapped some photos and thought how lovely it would be to paint the rustic scenery.
Thirty minutes on the computer, I did the next best thing, I tweaked my photos to look like old magazine cover illustrations. Oh, one day, I'll do it the old fashioned way.

We ate at little huts on top of bamboo rafts.


Bubbly Dinny Lazo.

Our gracious host, Lumen Teves.

Dynamic duo, John Cuenco and Dinny Lazo.

Enjoying grilled tuna and deep fried pork knuckles.


A narrow bridge crosses the pond.

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