Friday, June 29, 2012

The Abandoned and The Rising.

So I had my very first couture photo shoot, bloody unicorns, scroll down for more pictures.
 The very second I decided to be into fashion, as a blogger, a freelance fashion photographer, and several other amateurish acts, I've experienced ups and downs, I've experienced falls like last season's animal prints, and intense progression like pastel, my life was never Blue Jeans, White Shirt. It had always been couture. Viva La Sequins, wrap me in your satin.
 So, I was shooting this for a competition held locally in my city, eventually, I didn't win, I was a bit devastated, of course, because the story just mesmerizes my own human eye about the darkest hours an aging model can experience. I do believe fashion is a runaway for every passionate artist, but in the same time fashion kills everyone, after all, fashion was formed through sin.
 The stain of the vanity of every shade of make up fascinates me of how someone can easily fake her/himself, I do find the best makeup in life is a goddamn sequin of charm. Somehow whatever charm you give away, that's how everyone judges you. It's like blood, our veins are meant for our own charm.
 I'm portraying a generation gap here, of how the elder who isn't in the marketing anymore is tangled by her puppet strings of darkness, of how she slowly dies, and the other two rising stars, representing a contract with fame, vanity, and fashion.
Vogue Italia Feature:

Photographed by: Reinhardt Kenneth
Assistent Photographer: Theresia Oei(
Models: Pricillia Lumantoro(, Irene Wihandi, and Cicilia Budiono(
Wardrobe: Diana Couture
Hair/MUA: Shelley Sebastian
and Aunt Lanemei for the Studio, and Dawi for the Curtains.