mordant exegesis: TVB Anniversary 2006
Showing posts with label TVB Anniversary 2006. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TVB Anniversary 2006. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 November 2006

The Trainwreck Named Yoyo's dress



Trust me, my head is hurting as much as yours. Last I checked, Yoyo and Ekin weren't even confirmed to be dating yet, so I'm 90% sure she cant be pregnant. Thanksgiving isn't even celebrated in HK, and if it were, it's not the right date. And I'm sure that Myolie got the role for the terror that is TVB's Bridget Jones remake. So what the hell is that train wreck that looks like she broke into Queen Latifah's wardrobe circa 'Bringing Down the House'?

Yoyo looks absolutely glowing, which is why it's more of a shame that she chose this ensemble. I don't even know where to start with it: the shapelessness? The colour that makes her look much older? The sleeves? The neck? God, the necklace, that whichever company sponsored is probably regretting? The leather strap watch? Or the hair, which looks like a fried birds nest?

Or maybe I'll just leave this review here, because I don't know how to write anything that could vaguely justify this outfit. Maybe...maybe, by a far, far fetch of imagination, the outfit would look a bit better with a waist-belt that has saved many other bags-as-dresses costumes. Maybe. But then maybe I just really want to believe that no one would make something this atrocious. Based on some other outfits HK celebs have worn though, I'm not putting any money on it.

© peggy jean

Starlet Fashaps

We've just invented a word - fashaps! A combination between fashion and mishaps, and voila...something is born! Much like the cast in this post - though what was born in their case, is a new definition of 'what not to wear in public'. Meet TVB's next generation of starlets.


Tavia Yeung, on the left, is one of my personal favourites amongst TVBs 'new blood'. She's actually gone through acting school, instead of taking the easy way out and entering beauty contests like Miss Hong Kong, and it shows in her series. She has, however, managed to fall into the potato sack trap, that claimed the likes of Yoyo Mung this year.

Focus on the bottom of the dress for a moment (i know for some of you, that might be hard to do). Now tell me that she doesn't look like a giant christmas tree with stockings hanging out of it. It's almost as though Tavia was gripped with this uncanny fear of Santa missing out on her stocking if she ever went far from home (although we're a month and a half away from Christmas), so she decided to bring it along with her. If Santa does come, I hope he buys her a new dress.


I know some of you are thinking that Shermon Tang doesn't deserve to be fashapsed for this ensemble. Sure, it looks a bit tacky, with the red accessories and $5 tank top feeling. But it's black, and you can't go wrong in black right? To those of you who're thinking that, I'd like you to focus on the bottom of her ensemble. Yes, the skirt/shorts. Now look closer. I can hear what you're thinking now. Are they..baubles? sequins? wait...no...they shine...are they...at this point, I have to admit that I haven't a clue in hades what they are. Sure, I can almost hear the collective groan of cheap plastic accessories that I had a collection of when I was, like, 7, but surely she couldn't have worn a skirt made of...those? Not to a TVB anniversary, where everyone can gauge how influential you are in the station?

Le Sigh. I wish someone would remind her that she did enter showbiz by taking part in a beauty contest. And that if she isn't exactly one of the prettiest TVB starlets, at least she could dress right. The things you get away with when your father has some influence in the powers that be in TVB...

Natalie Tong, second from the left, is:

(a) attempting to send a statement to TVB that she is getting such small roles in series that she cannot afford a proper dress

(b) stealing from her grandmother's wardrobe

(c) using the leftover materials from a self-designed velvet and lace curtain

Oh, the complexities of celebrities wardrobes.

© peggy jean

Meet Joe Ma



While we're not entirely sure he intended to come across as an avid fan of the great Cruella de Vil, there's something that screams 'murder' amongst the many layers of why-this-outfit-is-so-wrong. It's as though someone decided to throw together the greatest fashion faux-pas of the last century together on one outfit, and dragged Joe, high on happy-pills, to the mirrorless fitting room. And how I wish it really was just so.

I'll spare readers the picture of the cute animal that made the greatest sacrifice for the sake of the collar. The material that the jacket and matching pants are made from looks something similar to my Aunty Tina's suede sofa and matching curtains, circa 1950. Apparently, though, the designer was not satisfied with the sofa effect, adding satin to give the jacket a more 'bed' feeling. The deep v-neck does everything to remind us that Joe should, at his age, leave his playboy days behind him, and with the missing second button, probably the pizza-and-beer days too.

Light-catching material was never designed to be worn at events where photographer's flashbulbs are constantly going off, and this shows (how to word this politically correctly...) at the beginning of the pants. And the legs! The legs! I can so see it! The crazy, * designer kneeling at Joe's feet, drawling with his Parisian accent - "ze legs will be zjust fine! Eef we hem eet up..non, non, zat will draw away from ze beautiful suede...we muzt zjust pull ze legs up over ze boots! Zat is it!", before ordering his assistants to forcibly restrain Joe whilst pushing scarily space-looking genderless boots to complete the bizarre ensemble. And as Joe, in a fleeting moment of sanity, questions whether all the materials are really necessary, someone passes him a green bottle of absinthe as reassurance and...

...and well, pushed him off to the 2006 TVB anniversary gala, telling him that even though he wouldn't win best male actor, at least the next day he'd still feature in the magazines.

© peggy jean