(InterAksyon.com Lifestyle editor’s note: It’s been a trending topic on social media sites since the magazine came up with the hot readâhow can a young fashion blogger live a frivolous lifestyle given his seemingly humble background? Something doesn’t seem to add up. “But it’s old news,” says a fashion insider whom we tried to ask further about the superstar fashion blogger. “It’s been written and talked about already.”
Still, nobody dared to come out and talk some more about what they knew of him. His rise to fame and international gigs may be enviable to most but it’s also uncanny how accusations of credit card fraud, which has been written aboutâand whispered in high society circlesâhas never produced any visible legal case, or much less, a formal complaint. Now enjoying a royal fashionista’s life in New York, could he really just have gotten away with it?
In this engrossing investigative feature story by J.R. Nakata, uncovering the many layers of the talented Mr. Bryanboyâincluding allegedly slashing a Prada bag in front of his shocked friends, once riding a jeepney in Gucci fur, and his bemusing shopping habits all over the worldâjust made the picture more complex. “Oh, why don’t we all just move on?” another fashion insider had told us in a recent media gathering where the magazine article, when we brought it up, was discussed in murmurs.Â
Here’s an excerpt from Rogue Magazine’s September 2012 issue.)
From Rogue Magazine:
Eight years ago, Bryan Yambao emerged online from a puddle of glitter. He was moneyed, ostentatious, andâwith post after post of wickedly funny commentary on his blog bryanboy.comâexceedingly popular. But as the toxic site chikatime tore the reputations of Manila Society to shreds in 2008, accusations flew: was he behind the scandalous gossip? Did he fund his flamboyant lifestyle through credit card fraud? Now a front-row fixture in international fashion shows and a judge in Americaâs Next Top Model,Â J.R. Nakata chronicles the controversial rise of the Internet superstar.
âGet us in,â he said.
She looked at him. âHow?â
âI donât know,â he told her, his head turned towards the guests arriving, invitations in hand. âBut find a way.â
It was November 2004 and Louis Vuitton was celebrating its new 300-square meter boutique in Manilaâs Greenbelt 4 with a splashy soirĂŠe for buyers, celebrities, the press, and their very important customers, including Imee Marcos, then-congresswoman and current governor of Ilocos Norte, the daughter of the late president.
The events director Robby Carmona was handling the eventâand luckily for the two, she knew him. She called Carmona on the cellphone, and minutes later they were being fetched outside.
âCome in, come in,â Carmona told them.
Later inside, an American LV executive presented to the guests a bag, dubbed the Extremely Rare Vison Monogramme Mink and Black Alligator Le Fabuleux, the flagship piece of the luxury labelâs 2004 Fall/Winter Les Extraordinaires collection.Â â¨Made of mink, matte brass hardware, alligator trimmings, and lambskin interiors, the executive dubbed it âthe finest bag ever created by Louis Vuitton.â It cost P750,000.â¨She had an idea.
âBryan, do you want them to know who you are? Do you want to be famous?â she whispered. âI dare youâbuy it.â
So, Bryan took out one of his many credit cards and bought the bag. Word spread of the purchaseâand its purchaserâand soon photographers were swarming around him. Louis Vuitton executives approached to introduce themselves. Imee Marcos asked a salesperson: âWho is he?â
He made what most would consider his debut on the afternoon of October 27, 2004, in a series of six consecutive posts published in the span of four hours at bryanboy.typepad.com. He baptized his blog Bryanboy: Le Superstar Fabuleux, with the tagline: âAdventures of the new-moneyed classless bitch from hell. Vulgarity is the new discreet. Trash is the new exclusivity. Iâm planet earthâs favourite third world faggot and the land of the brown, lâexotiqueÂ and the natives has never been this *burp*Â chic.â
His first posts were about a trip to Bangkok: paying for excess baggage for his five suitcases (âI *hate* Philippine Airlines. Bastard cunts charged me approx. $420â), his hotel room (âIf you are a Starwood Platinum member, they automatically upgrade you to a suite. Instantlyâ) and his plans for the night (âIâm off to take a poopÂ .Â .Â . and shop. At Diorâ).
His fifth post, titled âFresh scent of New Money,â (which has been deleted from his blog, but was accessible through saved archives) read: âMoney. Cash. Moolah. Dosh. Bling. Bling Bling. Blingaloo. Duchess. Whatever you call it, money is money. And the best way to celebrate money is by saluting capitalism. Spend, spend, spend spend! I bought a new handbag, a watch, and 2 bangles at Dior today.â
Four days later, he was posting from Moscow, about meeting a guy he linked up with at a dating website, Love Gay Russia: Simon, a journalist who snuck him inside the Gaspard Yurkievich show at Moscow Fashion Week. He posted a runway shot of the models, taken from what looked like the rear end row.
In the next three weeks, he continued to blog about his adventures in Moscow. In one of the tripâs final entries, entitled âGangbanged by Navy Cadets,â he wrote about four men throwing a goodbye party for him in his hotel room.
âWe went to a real Russian market, bought some food, some caviar (US$30 for 1 kilogram), then to a supermarket to buy some booze, then called a special âsomeoneâ to get some âstuffâ . . . if you know what I mean. As soon as we got into my room, bam!!! Fun, fun, fun!â
He posted images of the men trying on his Dior fur coat and boots, and one of the guys on the couch, snorting what appeared to be cocaine. âBad Russian,â read his caption. (This photograph has also been deleted from his blogâs current archives.)
âGuess what happened next?…”
â˘ Rogue’s September 2012 edition is still available at local stands and through Zinio.