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	<title>Comments on: Apayao Live Mannequins</title>
	<link>http://kaigorotan.com/2007/12/20/apayao-live-mannequins/</link>
	<description>another blog from the boondocks</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 09:10:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: edwin p daiwey</title>
		<link>http://kaigorotan.com/2007/12/20/apayao-live-mannequins/#comment-53</link>
		<dc:creator>edwin p daiwey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 03:12:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Are these costumes for real, or were these "retouched" by some designer to emphasize some kind of cultural statement?  Examples of real ka-igorotan costumes are those worn by subjects of Eduardo Masferre's photographs -- minimalist, utilitarian and a throwback of those days where there was no celphone, TV set nor asphalted road... when mountains were mountains to climb and rivers, rivers to swim in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Are these costumes for real, or were these &#8220;retouched&#8221; by some designer to emphasize some kind of cultural statement?  Examples of real ka-igorotan costumes are those worn by subjects of Eduardo Masferre&#8217;s photographs &#8212; minimalist, utilitarian and a throwback of those days where there was no celphone, TV set nor asphalted road&#8230; when mountains were mountains to climb and rivers, rivers to swim in.</p>
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		<title>By: Pureza</title>
		<link>http://kaigorotan.com/2007/12/20/apayao-live-mannequins/#comment-39</link>
		<dc:creator>Pureza</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 15:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Frankly, they look really eerie to me.It's the same feeling when I went home to Sagada,(didn't grow up there so m not desentisized)had Mass at Saint Mary's and saw these tourists taking videos and kailians seemed oblivious of these people with cams encroaching on private/sacred moments. Being treated something like novelty items, or those wax figures of long dead movie characters in a funhouse along Hollywood. My personal feeling. Good presntation tho.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Frankly, they look really eerie to me.It&#8217;s the same feeling when I went home to Sagada,(didn&#8217;t grow up there so m not desentisized)had Mass at Saint Mary&#8217;s and saw these tourists taking videos and kailians seemed oblivious of these people with cams encroaching on private/sacred moments. Being treated something like novelty items, or those wax figures of long dead movie characters in a funhouse along Hollywood. My personal feeling. Good presntation tho.</p>
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		<title>By: Pureza</title>
		<link>http://kaigorotan.com/2007/12/20/apayao-live-mannequins/#comment-38</link>
		<dc:creator>Pureza</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 15:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Frankly, they look really eerie to me.It's the same feeling when I went home to Sagada,(didn't grow up there so m not desentisized)had Mass at Saint Mary's and saw these tourists taking videos and kailians seemed oblivious of these people with cams encroaching on private/sacred moments. Being treated something like novelty items, or those wax figures of long dead movie characters in a funhouse along Hollywood. My personal feeling..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Frankly, they look really eerie to me.It&#8217;s the same feeling when I went home to Sagada,(didn&#8217;t grow up there so m not desentisized)had Mass at Saint Mary&#8217;s and saw these tourists taking videos and kailians seemed oblivious of these people with cams encroaching on private/sacred moments. Being treated something like novelty items, or those wax figures of long dead movie characters in a funhouse along Hollywood. My personal feeling..</p>
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