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HOTELBOY'S LIFE JOURNAL PROJECT

I'm starting a project. Every month I will ask people to fill one page with anything and everything that really really really really really matters to them. Not just to fill one's time but something to fill one's life. Parang utot baga, paghindi nailabas ikamamatay mo. If I like it, I will publish it. Promise. Since I'm spending money on this, I am the only judge. Tough shit, but that's life. Fresh, resonant, memorable, with a high level of craftsmaship - these are my criteria.

There is no marketing agenda behind this project so if you're looking for a sale this is not the venue for you. I can hook up photographers with models with people with clothes with places with things with whatever I can within my power - but ultimately it is your own production, time and expense. I can only promise a blank page, printing, and getting it out to as many people as I can.

I am not looking for consensus nor agreement. If you don't agree with me, build your own folio leche! I will print everytime I have one hundred images and/or stories or poems or whatever. All sales will go back to better printing, better paper, and of course better cocktails! Siyempre naman we should have a nice get together everytime we pick up our folio from the printer :)

Wish I had his resources and produce something similar.

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