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In America, the articles I've read so far have all referenced 2009 as the year Phoenix became 'famous' in this part of the world. Yet, the French band from Marseilles has been churning out tunes waay before that, as early as 2000. I picked up my first Phoenix album It's Never Been Like That in 2006, when the single, "Long Distance Call," started playing in a radio station I'd listened to in Manila. Prior to that, their song "Too Young" was part of the Lost In Translation movie soundtrack in 2004, although I wasn't familiar with the band at the time. I eventually did find out that vocalist Thomas Mars was the boyfriend of director Sofia Coppola, whose movie mentioned above I particularly enjoyed (enough to have purchased the OST).

2009 was when the band's latest cd, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, came out, which contained the now popular "1901" (featured in a Cadillac commercial), along with plenty of upbeat, happy songs that have been featured in a slew of movies and TV shows. That's when the bigger part of the U.S. started seriously noticing the French foursome. The Saturday Night Live and late-night talk show circuit guestings may have also helped.

So, on October 20, my husband and I finally got to see them live at the Madison Square Garden! It was awesome! Plus, a SURPRISE performance by the electronic duo, DAFT PUNK! You can read about it here and here.

Images courtesy of http://pitchfork.com (album cover and Daft Punk) and http://www.brooklynvegan.com (concert and setlist).

Labels: celebrities, movies, music, New York minutes, something French

I've come across the concept of saying affirmations over the years, but haven't really consistently enacted the habit in my life. I also noticed how in movies, people who do them are portrayed in a cooky kind of way (e.g. Amy Adams in Sunshine Cleaning) and are in situations that don't necessarily immediately reflect the words they repeat to themselves.

However, every now and then, I write notes to myself and tack them on the wall, but they're usually goal and career-related, hardly ever, "I'm a rockstar, I'm gorgeous!" The most vivid that I do remember and one (or two) that had quite an impact in my work life was one I'd written back in 2002 and put up on the wall near my bed. It listed the following words:

editorial assistant
lifestyle and fitness assistant
beauty and fitness editor

In between the lines were arrows that mimicked a flow chart of sorts. This note reflected the trajectory I wanted my career to go. I had a goal of being an editor at 24—which was two or three years from the time I'd posted the note.

Another one on the wall read (from what I can remember):
"I am a good and talented makeup artist."

This resulted from an early experience as a freelance makeup artist when I'd encountered doubts about my talent; an incident wherein a starlet-then-model completely mocked the bright lime green eyeshadow I put on her. The green was actually the makeup theme given by the director of the fashion show and I was simply following directions, and picking up from a beauty forecast I'd read in Elle that time (that green was going to be the big thing that year/season in eyeshadow).

Anyway, suffice it to say that I've enjoyed a fun, engaging, and exciting beauty career on both counts as an editor and makeup artist. The makeup part has been on the backburner for quite some time now, but recent events and opportunities have again piqued my interest. So let's see how that goes.

The point of this post being, I wanted to share with you an affirmation I'd actually verbalized the other night, part of a string of messages that also included the "I'm fabulous" kind which I shall keep to myself:

"I will not put up with bad behavior."

It's so simple, straightforward, and encompassing. It's applicable to work, friendships, and relationships. And from there stems all the other facets of affirmations such as feeling confident, having clarity and conviction, and so forth.


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Labels: beauty, career, life musings, movies, relationships, work

In the TV series and now, movies, Sex and the City, Carrie Bradshaw makes freelance (and novel) writing look so easy. In her fashionable frocks and Manolo Blahniks, she seems to breeze through her assignments with minimal stress.

Now, I'm no Carrie. While I read, write, and edit for a living, I don't exactly hop, skip about town meeting girlfriends for brunch or go shoe-shopping on a whim. I am more inclined to purchase a $400 camera than a $400 pair of stilettos. And, speaking of sky-high footwear, I can't imagine going up and down the subway stairs and maneuvering Manhattan's city blocks in them. In fact, I've just recently considered buying a pair of FitFlops—those cushioned sandals that are supposedly good for one's feet. My friend says she walked in them for days on a recent trip to DC.

Anyway, my biggest, biggest, most ardous challenge has got to be time management and deadlines. And, I realized [when I’d written this] that I'm too old to be stressing about something that should be easily manageable. Also, stressing about deadlines goes against my new mantra of being in the moment. When I postpone things on my to-do list, that's not being in the moment.

And going back to Carrie, if I'm on top of deadlines and all that, I can actually have more time to hop, skip, and brunch my New York days away. And, who knows, I might even consider stilettos once again.

[Update: I never got to purchase those FitFlops and I’d recently taken to wearing heels again.]

Image courtesy of Thesun.co.uk.

Labels: 30-Day Blog Challenge, celebrities, freelancing, movies, New York, TV shows, work

My college (and early work life) ex who remains a good friend once used to find it funny and amusing that I wanted to be a journalist...but only for happy news. We used to joke that, in the event I became a broadcaster, my segment would start like this:

"And now, for the good news..."

Little did I know then that I would eventually work as a beauty editor—a job which was as close as I could get to being a bearer of sparkly-happy updates. What better way can one be positively entertained and willingly distracted than by perusing beautiful baubles of perfume bottles or marvelous palettes of face paint?

While working in a magazine was stressful especially during tight, back-to-back deadlines—and when it comes to the nitty-gritty, an editor’s life isn’t as 100% glamorous as it seems (fashion editors are expert plantsadoras behind the scenes)—it was a unique career path. For many years, I had a hard time explaining what exactly I did because it was a bit challenging to discuss the minute details of what goes on behind the pages, and not to mention incredibly boring once you get past the sparkle (we got used to disappointed interns).

But overall, I did get what I wanted: I had a HAPPY job. I reckoned, my way of being charitable, helping people, and contributing to the common good was by providing readers with a beautiful, glossy escape. I did tackle (and still do) some not so peppy subjects in my beauty pages and articles like "Breakup Makeup" or "How to Look Pretty After You've Cried Your Eyes Out."

On a drive back from out of town with my cousin-in-law, a neurosurgeon, he and I talked about our work. My memory of the whole conversation is hazy, but I most probably regaled him with stories about how I lugged shampoo bottles to and from shoots, interviewed dermatologists, decoded complicated ‘breakthrough’ ingredients of new skincare products, etc.

But what I do remember is this: at some point, he said, "I understand now that what you do isn't necessarily 'less' than what a doctor or engineer does. Same goes for janitors and other blue collar employees. Each one has to do their job, because all these jobs contribute to the whole of society.”

Not verbatim, but in essence: “When one does a good job, it propels everyone forward.”


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Because of my previous post, that nasty lawyer I dated briefly (who broke it off with me via text) crossed my mind again. I realized, while I haven’t been out in a while (I’m getting married to my boyfriend of five years), I could properly categorize chumps that women in the dating scene should steer clear of. I am assuming these warning signals will still hold water for a long time coming. Beware of…


…The "Busy" Big-Shot Flake

I once met Mark* through a group date. (This was around the time after my Blind Date Boo-Boo.) He was a successful finance guy who partied/went to college in Boston, who had a brimming platter of back-to-back activities. I was impressed: I’d never dated anybody so…high profile? My circle at the time consisted of co-writers and editors, struggling artists, and bohemian rockclimbers. Yuppies were like aliens from outer space.

One time he asked me, “What do you spend your money on?” I was baffled—because he meant it on a level of cars, interior design, or maybe even investments. I was a young editor on a young-editor salary. I 'splurged' on Starbucks and shelled out cash for pulled clothing and accessories I wanted to keep, which also explained why I was always broke. Oh yes, and I also paid rent: the concept of which was as alien to him as crunching numbers was foreign to me.

Suffice it to say we became quite fond of each other. I was amused by his world and, with his sheltered upbringing, he was amused by mine (“This is the age of women who drive themselves!” he once exclaimed, referring to my very 'independent' way of living by not having a driver. Okay…) He had so much going on, all these grand plans for himself. He spent Saturdays running big errands, like scouring dealerships deciding on what car to upgrade to or shopping for Scuba gear.

Here’s the catch: He filled up his plate so much that I kind of fell off the menu. He told me he just got carried away at first, but he wasn’t ready for a relationship (we were actually both rebounding from long-term exes).

One Friday night he called to check in and said, “Hey, I’ll call you back in five minutes.”

He called back the next Friday. And then I never heard from him again.


…The Lying Ladies Man

Ah, Raffy*…I’ll never forget him. Why? He was dreadful! But of course it took me almost four months to figure that out. Raffy was the lawyer who swept me off my feet by playing the role of the perfect suitor, and his stories played out perfectly, at least in the beginning.

“How many girlfriends have you had after Elaine*?” I asked.

“Two,” he replied. “[Name of ex-girlfriend #1] and [name of ex-girlfriend #2].”

“Oh, wow.” I’d assumed after getting his college girlfriend, Elaine, knocked up, he had a whole roster of lady loves. Two was quite a conservative number, judging from his reputation of being a Class A flirt.

Naive as I was (and remember, since I shy away from lying, I am quick to assume people around me do the same) I never questioned his stories. Two ghosts of girlfriends past it is, plus the mother of his child. Surely I could handle that.

Despite later on noticing a large circle of women friends, long and intimate phone calls with them—he would promptly put the phone down as I entered the room—and even going as far as seeing him walking around law school side by side with one of these friends(?), I kept dating him. I brought him food and candy during study sessions and practically became his bar exam caretaker.

The thing with us women is that we persist and persevere in an effort to make something work, even if it means putting up with bad behavior, dealing with immense stress, and going against our gut. And for all those months, my gut kept screaming, “No!” Even my beloved, sharp-witted grandmother, who’s never met him, promptly gave him the thumbs down.

Raffy turned out to be stressful to be with, selfish, insecure, hostile, uptight, and not anything like he was during the courtship stage. I always had to take freezing showers at his apartment, because he wouldn't turn on the heater, fearing his electric bill would go up. It didn’t help that the bar exams brought out the worst in him: he yelled at me on the phone and treated me like…gosh, I don’t even remember; the details are lost on me. All I can recall is this general feeling of dreadfulness.

Eventually our relationship deteriorated. Yes, at the very end, via SMS. A few weeks after the ‘breakup’ (we never really got together officially as a couple), I bumped into one of his friends, who assumed we were still seeing each other.

She asked, “Hey, are you coming with us to the beach?”

“Oh, no. Raffy and I aren’t seeing each other anymore,” I answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that. Did he ever mention that I was his ex-girlfriend?”

“Really? Um, no…” I trailed off, thinking how this girl was definitely not on the two-girlfriends list.

And then I wondered: So how many ‘undeclared’ girls did this guy have? I never really found out.


…The Elusive Drama King

Josh* was absolutely hot. At least that's what I remember from when I first laid eyes on him eons ago. He had the perfect rocker, bad-boy vibe: rugged Doc Martens, pierced ears, and a perma-five o’ clock shadow. He was also smart, diligent, and graduated on time (I didn’t, by the way).

Years later we would actually start hanging out. I thought I’d found a kindred spirit in Josh: We were both relatively ‘weird,’ eloquent with our thoughts and were able to put into words our feelings about the world and music—but unfortunately not our feelings for each other. I could never figure him out. He was just so…elusive.

One time, we went running. While stretching post-workout, he asked:

“Are you hungry?”

I answered, “Yeah…you?”

“Yup. And I’m having dinner at home.”

“Oh, okay. Bye.”

Talk about unpredictable. I thought he was going to suggest grabbing a bite somewhere.

This went on for a couple of weeks. He would call and ask how I was, and then abruptly say goodbye. Or send an SMS, and never reply to any follow up texts.

I finally snapped out of this "Does he like me?" hot-and-cold reverie when I bumped into a hot(ter) model whom I haven’t seen since I’d worked with him at a shoot a few years earlier. We flirted all evening at an event, and exchanged numbers by the end of the night. He promptly text-messaged. But he turned out to have a girlfriend (oops) so we never dated. What I took away from the experience though was that if a guy were into you, he’d show it—CLEARLY. He would even go out on a limb to make you feel like royalty.

Bottomline is, the E.D.K. either likes you but makes you work hard for it; or is conflicted enough to give you mixed signals. You’ll need a lot of pushing, prodding, walking on eggshells... But is that really what you want? I mean, if you enjoy a challenge, why not try Capoeira? Or train for a marathon? A relationship (or the beginnings of one) should be fun, lighthearted, and breezy. If you’re already working so hard now, can you imagine what it’d be like when this guy is actually your boyfriend?

On the flipside, the elusive guy may be acting the way he is because…he’s not into you (you’ve already read this so many times, right?). So move along. As in the case of Josh, he was acting strange and lukewarm because he was actually already seeing somebody else: a married woman whose situation already merited a barrage of drama in his life that I had absolutely nothing to do with! Don’t ask how I found this out; that qualifies for another (embarrassing) Cosmo Confession post.

In retrospect, I’m not bummed by the dating choices I’ve made in the past. In fact, I feel enlightened by these experiences. After all, with every glitch comes a lesson and realization that eventually leads to the right path, and God-willing, the right man.


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*names have been changed.

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"Fashion's not about looking back it's always about looking forward."
—Anna Wintour

I recently watched The September Issue starring the staff of American Vogue. I'm more of a Cosmo girl in terms of dressing fashionably on a relatable, practical scale. But I liked watching Anna Wintour and her team, (particularly Creative Director Grace Coddington) and I liked how the former described the forward-thinking characteristic of fashion.

Sometimes it's too easy to dwell on the past—be it a fashion faux pas, a beauty boo-boo, or even a particular person you've regretted dating. Yet living a charmed and meaningful life involves the ability to pick up the pieces, remember the lessons from every experience, and hopefully move forward armed with an enlightened mind and heart.

Here are three things to take away from the quote above and tips on moving past life's curve balls.

1. When something keeps happening to you, there's something about the situation that you still have to learn.

I realized this from what one of my aunties said back in 2003: the year I notoriously dated guys who kept breaking my heart. During one of my sob sessions (the guy I was dating practically ditched me via text; so much like Carrie and Berger's Post-it breakup) she told me, "Never ever let a guy make you feel that way. Ever!" While looking out the window, a la Sharon Cuneta, complete with raindrops, I realized an important lesson: Guys who were insecure and caused so much stress were NOT worth it. (Eventually I found a steady, laidback, no-hang-ups guy whom I'm marrying next year.)

2. Don't take yourself too seriously.

So what if you wore a baduy outfit? Or showed up with concealer two shades lighter? People around are more than likely to be absorbed in their own mishaps to notice (or remember long enough) yours. I've had my share of many style-sablay moments but have learned to belly up and fake confidence when needed most.

A few years ago I was invited to a beauty event which turned out to be part of the grand opening of Mall of Asia. Cosmetic company executives arrived in business suits, while brand managers and designers wore flowy, flirty dresses. It was a Saturday, so guess what I had on? A white tank and khaki shorts! Thank goodness I had some makeup on, a cute headband, and wore comfy heeled leather sandals. Whew! If I were back in college I would have been mortified (see "Short Shorts" post here). But I reckoned people thought I dressed that way on purpose; which was also true because I'd heard how massive MOA was, so I put on something comfortable I could walk in for hours.

At the end of the day, it all works out. And if it doesn't, tomorrow's another day. So put on a smile—and move along.

3. There's a reason for every setback.

This quote merits a whole blog post altogether because I've witnessed its truth on many, many occasions. But I'll save the details for later. As much as it's ideal to live a "forward-themed" life, sometimes, things don't go as planned or certain disappointments and setbacks emerge. Don't fret. If you look back, notice that when you expected something but didn't get it, you actually ended up with something better. Now that I've started talking about this, I'll dish some examples on my next blog post! So watch this space, Cosmo girls!

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Labels: beauty, celebrities, Cosmopolitan, family, fashion, life musings, movies, New York, New York minutes, pro-blogging

My recent errand trip to New York was highlighted by two events:

1) The Journey performance outside the CBS studios and

2) A last-minute showing of “The September Issue,” starring Anna Wintour herself, Grace Coddington, and the rest of the American Vogue posse.

Both were unexpected and proved be pleasant, wonderful, and immensely entertaining. And for the former: inspiring.

I blogged earlier this year about lead singer Arnel Pineda's meteoric and fairy tale-like rise to fame, having been discovered by Journey founder and guitarist, Neal Schon, one late night on YouTube. The rest was awesome music history and in the past year and a half or so, Arnel has been touring the world with his favorite band. (Read my “Hiatus” post here.)

While Journey and Steve Perry songs like “Open Arms” and “Foolish Heart” never waned in terms of airplay in the Philippines (hop on any taxi or bus and you're likely to hear either one), in the U.S., the band has enjoyed a career renaissance of sorts when The Sopranos ended the series with that cliffhanger diner scene and played the band's 1981 hit, “Don't Stop Believin’”—a song that has also become a mainstay in the New York club and karaoke scene.


Courtesy of CBS

It was so nice to watch Arnel and the band live and literally soak in (it was drizzling) the happy, energetic vibe. If there's one inspiration story to cap this series, it's Arnel's: He represents 40 years of hard work, faith, and persistence—from humble beginnings down to finding refuge and success in music. I especially loved the sincerity and sense of gratitude he exuded onstage. He just seemed so kind, lighthearted, and happy—qualities to strive for on a daily basis. It was truly a treat to be amidst the crowd on that rainy New York Friday.

So that wraps up my Inspiration Series. I do have some more inspiration-themed posts planned along the way. Meanwhile, here's the trailer of “The September Issue.” Enjoy!



(The September Issue photo courtesy of http://moviefuns.info.)

From my "Hiatus" post:

(7:18 will make you cry: "[My mother] taught me to fight the world
when it's just not too kind on you.")

DAY 7 of the Inspiration Series
DAY 6 - "Go in peace."
DAY 5 - "Take the plunge."
DAY 4 - "I have all I need."
DAY 3 - "Just wait for it."
DAY 2 - "You're a kind soul."
DAY 1 - "It smells like God."

Labels: celebrities, fashion, inspiration, movies, music, New York minutes

As I write this, I am sipping cold strawberry milk from a champagne flute...simply because it keeps the liquid cold and it looks nice—the perfect accompaniment for chewy chocolate chip bars.

I just got home from watching Julie & Julia and Oh. My. Gosh. It felt exactly like when I first watched The Devil Wears Prada, also starring Meryl Streep. I kept tearing up at several scenes (no, they're not sad) because they struck way too many chords in my heart. Most reverberating were Julie Powell's (played by Amy Adams) lines, character, and situation. There were several parallels to what I'm going through. Off the top of my head:

1) Julie was 29 going 30. Age isn't really an issue for me, because I hardly feel like my age. I have a childlike disposition, to put it mildly. But like her, I am in a dilemma of What's next? in my life. It's like I'm in limbo yet at the same time, feel like I'm on the brink of something big, and that I just have to piece the puzzle together.

2) Julie finished a novel. But hers had no publisher. I have a publisher, but my manuscript needs a major rewrite/overhaul. It's taken me years to finish, and I'm hoping I don't take as long polishing it. Right now, two writer/editor friends are reading and critiquing it. Meanwhile, I'm learning more and more about plot, conflict, and resolution. Also, Julia Child worked on hers for eight years before finally getting published.

3) Julie lived in Long Island City, Queens. My last apartment was in Queens! I lived on the border of LIC and Sunnyside and like her, took the 7 train everyday.

...And so many more! Her love for food, her doting partner (who loved her and her food). I can go on and on about it. I'm definitely buying the DVD once it comes out. If only to take down notes on the quotes that freakily struck those chords. Maybe down the line, I could also tackle some of Julia Child's recipes from her famous book, "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" (Knopf).

When I first watched Prada, I had just gotten back from a fantabulous series of press junkets that included New York, Amsterdam, and Rome on the itinerary. My career was where I'd imagined it to be, and I was finally ready to move to a foreign place, hoping to take everything to the next level. Well some of you know how that turned out to be. (For a backgrounder, read this magazine clip or this post. And the muffins and brownies that followed here.) I moved to New York about eight months after I'd seen the movie. In fact, I even ended up working for a milder Miranda and Nigel combo. It was as if my life mirrored the movie. And instead of a bitchy British colleague, Emily, I got a friendly French cohort named Caroline. But you know how that movie ends :)


So now I'm feeling slightly disturbed and fidgety. I keep thinking that I should be doing more and getting the ball rolling with the goals I've set for myself. Some are really far out, but like I've mentioned before, I've been taught to break down big goals into smaller, doable pieces. Will it be a ritzy hotel front desk job? Will I be working for a PR person formerly based in New York? Or will my next 30-Day Blog Challenge be to the tune of "My 30 days of frying chicken at KFC?" Only time will tell. And I have this blog to chronicle what happens this point forward.

Now, if there's a celebrity chef I love to watch, it's Ina Garten. Not just because she lovingly churns out delicious concoctions from her homebase in the Hamptons, but also because she entertains with flair and practically does everything from scratch. Yum! This photo was taken at my old office in Manhattan, where she was guest chef for a week in my favorite cafeteria in the whole wide world.

Images courtesy of http://www.chron.com (Meryl Streep as Julia Child) and http://www.thecinemasource.com ( The Devil Wears Prada movie still).

Labels: celebrities, food, life musings, movies, New York minutes, something French, travel, work

I just saw The Ugly Truth starring the statuesque Katherine Heigl and 300 hunk Gerard Butler.

Watching it with my mother was a bit weird, because of the R-rated humor used throughout the movie. But overall, it was worth seeing, if only for the witty writing and comic timing. You'll notice plenty of dialogue between the characters, but the movie is fast-paced enough that the banter stays interesting, and not dragging.

Heigl is stunning, and her acting makes you forget about all the not-so-funny things she's known for in real life. I would even go as far as saying that she seemed like a real trooper in this film, and that she was fun to watch. No spoilers here :)

As for Butler, I haven't seen 300—a movie most people I know have raved about. In Ugly Truth he plays an abrasively frank, to the point of crass, TV talent bent on exposing the 'truth' about men, women, and dating. His lines sound like something you would read from a book He's Just Not That Into You, but with vividly-worded graphic nuances.

The clothes in the movie are okay. I think anything on Heigl looks great; I found no love handles whatsoever on her frame. Butler, seems to be heftier than what I recall from posters of 300; he looks great though. His wardrobe in the movie is a mix of comfy casual knits and sleek grey suits. (By the way, I saw this article at Shopwiki.com on basic shirt-and-tie rules and no-fail combos for guys.)

The movie is now showing in U.S. theaters and more info can be found at the official website, http://www.thetruthisntpretty.com.

(Image courtesy of Justjared.buzznet.com)

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I just saw the trailer of the movie, Coco Before Chanel, starring Audrey Tatou, who starred in one of my all-time favorite films, Amélie. Click on the photo or here to view the trailer at Elle.com.

The quote, "A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous," originated from Coco Chanel herself and it's a good thing to keep in mind. While researching this quote, I also came across, "There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time," which I like.

The movie comes out in New York and Los Angeles in September. I'll make sure to be in either city by then!

Image courtesy of CocoBeforeChanelMovie.com

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I just saw the new Transformers movie and all I can say is, if I were to buy a car right now, I would head straight to GM for the Chevy Camaro Bumblebee Edition—so cute. Yes, girls decide on car purchases based on cuteness. My last car before I moved to New York was a silver Chevrolet Optra. I got it for sentimental reasons. When I sold it though I said I would never buy a car again and just use public transportation, since I was moving to NY anyway (where everywhere is a subway ride away). Plus, I'm so lazy to drive these days. Although if I decide to move to the West Coast, I'll have to start driving again. Oh well.

A new car is definitely out of the budget right now. A regular Camaro goes for USD 23,000. I can't seem to pull up Google search results on how much the Transformers version would cost. According to MotorAuthority.com, production of the Bumblebee Camaro started today, June 24, and orders for the car opened first of the month and will continue throughout December.

Anyway, I had fun at the movie. Megan Fox was superhot as expected and everyone had their game faces on. Jon Turturro was hilarious. It was also amazingly Hollywood how they were able to incorporate Shia Lebouf's broken hand (from a real-life car accident) into the film. And of course, the Autobots and Decepticons were just awesome to watch.

If you haven't seen the movie yet, click on the following photo or here for the trailer.


Photo credits: http://jalopnik.com (Chevy Camaro) and http://www.transformersmovie.com (Bumblebee).

UPDATE 06/26/09: Correction, everyone. Adam Denison of Chevrolet Communications left a comment saying they haven't announced a Bumblebee edition, but one can get a yellow Camaro with black stripes easily. That's still good news, right?

Labels: celebrities, movies, stuff I buy