The Photographic Sense Travels: Dives the Maldives

DIVES the Mal(DIVES). The whole idea of building up a continuation towards ‘Maldivian Gypsy’ is to expose something more than the fashion-elevated, culturally implemented theme of the Maldivian, but this time, include a whole new perspective of the Maldives through my eyes. Being on a single island, surrounded by the deep blue, the magical experience carries on wit the waves. Sleepless nights with the waves of the Indian Ocean building up a natural formation of a symphony and a melody, Feeding Butterfly Fishes, sightseeing bats as if they were birds across the horizon, and feeding sting rays and sharks with a cocktail on the other hand.

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What invites an urge and excitement to people to go to the Maldives, is highly affected by the deep blue. The ocean might be the same as any other, but the perspective one can obtain from the Maldives is just exquisite, and beautiful in it’s own Maldivian way. There’s something about the Tiffany Blue hue-d ocean dancing through the clean white sand, approaching a part of the resort so sweetly, as if the day never ended in the best way. There’s something about the sun hitting the tanned-skin on a bright day, allowing the skin to be sun-kissed like never before.

The Photographic Sense Travels: Maldivian Gypsy

Wonders, Grace, and All Of The Glory You Can Imagine, all of them wrapped in a middle-eastern elixir of beauty. Wonders only you can imagine deep in your mind of resort. Maldives is a resort, yet it is the art of living on the edge of the shore. It holds the aura bringing individuals together, a certainty of love, a statement of passion, a statement of just, the ocean roaming wild, bringing you the watersong every time you slumber late at 3 a.m.

Summer Love (XOXO)

 Love, something that lingers in the past that remains so strong to be wiped away, It's just a pure part of our live we might not be able to carry on with. Basically, that's what happens to some of us, I am inspired by One Direction's "Summer Love" from their new best-selling album, "Take Me Home", which sold over 1 million copies for the first week, congratulations, lads. I even managed to get a physical copy for myself after sinfully illegally downloading the whole album, it's definitely worth it. And the best part is that the illegal download replaced Summer Love with another song entitled Summer Love which isn't by One Direction, whereas Summer Love is now one of my most favorite songs at the moment, apart from "Little Things", "Die Young", and "I Knew You Were Trouble".

My Beautiful Gramma

This is the first portfolio post where I didn't made a story about it, so here I am, doing a sharing in the middle of a portfolio. This portfolio was in the midst of not making it as a series because of how I see a lack of edge onto it, which is just not me, but I just find so much beauty in some pictures, I can't resist, and I even ended up releasing a total of 17 pages on it. I know it's kind of absurd how I ended up doing 17, whereas in the beginning, it was going to be released as a mini series, you see, now this is like the biggest series ever, due to the settings, outfits, etc.

So, there's a pretty complicated history on how I got onto one direction, I wasn't a big fan several DAYS ago, and having a romantic alter ego is always not a stabile way out, when I decided to read several One Direction Slash Fan Fiction which made my heart jump and bitterly get attached. And I ended up buying a copy of "Take Me Home" on Tuesday-ish.

So, let's get back to the subject, I believe now I am in the midst of the hysteria of this "Summer Love" kind of relationship, there's this girl, and well, I am in the midst of deciding a yes or a no, I mean like, I believe this feeling might be temporary, but something in my mind just goes out like, give out a shot, you see, I mean like yeah it's all complicated, so I decided to like go out and like, see how things work out you see, this is a huge emotion leap from my last post, and if you, are "involved" on the twitter drama thing with me because of the post, I am very sorry.

This portfolio is like, the happier, cheekier, artistic "sister" to "SUMMERTIME SADNESS//751", you can check out several posts ago, which is like a heartbroken version of the portfolio. I deceive love sometimes because I find no way of like, going with it's flow, I've been hurt so bad sometimes I can drink down a river of tears, but in the other side, as a creature of love, I want to feel it deep down, since we are created, you see, to have this nature in our lives.

I believe, that yes, I will eventually find someone and get married one day, but like in the midst of now, I just want to feel how love is just utterly cheeky and romantic, and how it just don't remain, and the fact that my art has been connected to it. And a reminder is that, this is, I believe, the only cheeky portfolio until 2012, the other's are rather dark. So this is like a, recovery, almost.

So, these pictures were taken on a hotel outside of town, on the mountains, the hotel is located on the lower part of "Batu", whereas the hotel is called 'Singhasari", which eventually, is owned by my mother's cousin, we decided to make the photo shoot rather playful on a playground and a tennis court, matching the "Sporty and Chic" imagery, instead of pushing the edges of culture, controversy, and avant-garde again. I believe, yes this is a leisure photo shoot, though my bones sound like they're broken enough due to exhaustions.

Anyways, my mum just recorded two gospel songs on a church album, and trust me, it sounds like HEAVEN. If you're living in Indonesia and is a Christian, go purchase a copy of "Diam Dalam RumahMu". So bloody unicorns, that's it for the day, can't wait to share 'November Train to 42", "Bittersweet:An Immortal Statement", and several photo shoots I'm doing these next two weekends, one of them is a very, RED, collaboration with one of the most talented models I know from Surabaya Vogue, and in the end of the year, a massive cult of arts and fashion, and maybe, even a video. Stay tuned dolls. Xo.