Letter from the Editor
B ecause I was born into a non- Catholic family, the Yuletide magic is lost on me. I felt like I was (and in a way, still am) part of the minority left behind when everyone else joined the national migration towards a particular Christmas feeling by the third quarter of the year.
When the morning TV shows announced x number of days until Dec. 25, I blinked and continued eating my breakfast. When the Christmas lights were up during early October, I did not feel anything while gazing at these bright colorful things. I received presents on New Year’s Day. On Dec. 25, our family would just stay up late and have a better-than- usual dinner.
Even when my mother happily caved in and put up Christmas decorations in our Cavite home, where the houses of our neighbors in the suburb are far from each other and found in between the carabao grass, I felt nothing. That said, good food, and the now- rounded corners of the internet. In going straight to the bottom line: comfort. When the days get shorter, the nights get longer, and the festivities occur more often, I believe that I’m participating in the holiday spirit through the collective pursuit of everything that is comfortable.
Scout’s 29th issue is all about the pursuit of comfort celebrity friends for their favorite comfort food and headed to cool Baguio for a Twin Peaks- inspired fashion editorial IV OF SPADES (p. 20) and Mellow Fellow (p. 32), two musical (p. 6) and we asked collagists to complete a tableau that, for me, resembles comfort. (p. 18) One thing that the idea of comfort and Christmas have in common is that both are best enjoyed with people you like. I’m glad that this issue is a product of collaborative effort, and more importantly, a fun project for everyone involved.
That said, comfort doesn’t necessarily equate to and get antsy. But there are some events, or experiences, or little memories that catch you by surprise in a good way, and help you get back into a good mood.
myself escorting our go- getter cover girl Gabbi Garcia (p. 34) to whether I should hug her or shake her hands, and she raises Uy, maraming salamat orbskie!” She promptly enters the van approaching the runway.
“Salamat rin, lodi,” I say. We wave good bye to each other again, this time both of us smiling.
Me living life to the fullest in Baguio, circa 1999. We recently went up to shoot a Twin Peaksinspired fashion editorial ( p. 42) for this issue.