By Joselito O. Tolentino
I remember very well that it was June 1977 that fashion designer Ernest Santiago jolted Manila with the opening of Coco Banana, a disco club in the heart of the Malate district where many bohemians converged.
Forever 81By Gilda Cordero-Fernando
When World War II was over, my father decided we weren’t going back to Quiapo. We had property in Malate, where used to stand a screen-covered chalet being rented from us by an old American lady named Mrs. Grove. (She kept a canary like ours on her porch.) But now it was a war casualty, a rubble.
My Chair RocksBy Conchita C. Razon
I received a most welcome e-mail recently. It had nothing to do with current events or the state of the nation. Or did it?
By Pocholo Concepcion
Back in the ’80s, nightlife in Manila was centered around the Remedios Circle area. The café society crowd would enjoy dining and talking at Café Adriatico, while those who preferred drinking while listening to a DJ playing records would walk over next door to Hard Rock Café.
By Constantino C. Tejero
Two years ago, on a late afternoon, tour operator and performance artist Carlos Celdran was arrested for reportedly interrupting Mass in Manila Cathedral to stage a protest against priests and bishops interfering with the passage of the Reproductive Health Bill.