The Odd Adventures of Caitlin Doyle

Botticelli Babe

I find beauty to be something highly overrated yet underrated

The idealism of beauty being overrated

And the true meaning of beauty being underrated

You see, there are just phases in our life when we are pressured to look like a certain type of look. To be in a shape, or in a structure where commercially, it is what is considered to be a “positive” look. I believe that as long as you believe in your look to match who you are-not out of self pity but out of self confidence ; I believe that when you can rock that, then you are ready to rock the world.

On the other hand, I believe that body-shaming is something that we all should eliminate. It is just….repulsive. The other day I went to this party of a good friend of mine, and I know how much she has worked her ass off to get in shape—again the shape she demands. It might come out of the idea of beauty being overrated and pressuring, but, meh, let’s skip that for now on. Ok so there’s this guy who were told to give wishes to the birthday girl, LIVE, in front of everyone(yes it was a huge party). The only wish he gave her was for her to lose weigh. I was just like

What

The

Actual

F---.

Ok, first things first I know her and I know how much she’s clearly insecure of her shape, and she was in a perfect shape that particular night. He has absolutely NO right at all to be an under-dressed, ratchet, know-it-all guest and tells on her to run on the cardio because she deserves all the very bests. It’s just..repulsive how one keeps on making fun(read:pressuring) someone.

I know this post isn’t the exact appropriate post to write about body-shaming and defining beauty, I might put that onto future reference to photograph something dealing with, you know, body shape. However so, let me tell you this—even though I freaking lost 12 kilograms as I ran on that cardio, I never considered being oversized bad. You see, you are beautiful in every single size, and you should be proud of that beauty and just, work it.

Sandro Botticelli is one of my inspirations of all time as he is an artist back in Renaissance Florence. His work, “The Birth of Venus” is just beyond life. I love how along the ages, “beautiful” women are portrayed differently. Apart from the fact that the girl here(Caitlin), who is gorgeous as hell, has attributes depicting the likes of Venus De Milo by Botticelli herself, I believe that, curvy girls are just as beautiful as skinny girls. As Venus herself is a curvaceous, divine figure.

Beauty comes in every single size

And you should be proud of that.

Micro-Me

Does the Leviathan, the Behemoth, and the Sirens exist?

Why do people begin to develop more individualism as they grow?

To what extent is our validity as human beings define our authority on the eyes of other creatures?

What if all of us see things differently-literally? Like what is pink to me is green to you?

Can you be a lover like 100%?

What are the secrets hidden in the isolated parts of Borneo?

How true is the truth we’re living in today?

Are we living in lies?

Why is school so tiring?

Why do we feel less Christmassy?

Why can’t we live in the Pokemon world?

When we eventually pass away, will our talents remain?

What is ART?

Is it fate or is it luck?

Do we really feel love or is it just a commercial idea?

What if our existence was only a dream?

Does it really get better?

Eventually I believe It does get better, or at least I believe it does

Micro-Me is an experiment on applying a human being on their own body. You see?. Like slumbering on their own collar bone, or being eaten up by themselves. I believe in a power bigger than us. I also believe that we are just micro beings in this entire universe.

This takes me back to my adventure in Bali, Lombok, and Gili Trawangan with my friends(link here) back in June. For a moment, I thought we were infinite, beings so free and wild that the ends of the world can hear the echo of our voices. Our laughter, our tears, and just, our togetherness. It brings me also to my adventure in Japan(that you might’ve seen in my instagram). For a second I felt so alone in the middle of the crowd. You see, like it doesn’t make sense. How you’re surrounded by so many people, yet you feel so alone.

It brings me to one realization that…

I am on the midst of youth and adulthood. A part of me roams like the wind, living in the Wild Wild Love under A Sky Full of Stars, and another part of me is growing up and losing that Youth.

This Christmas, as I feel the Christmas vibe somehow, lost, however the bliss lingering there reminiscing of all the memories that occurs this year. I am nevertheless grateful of whatever it is. Year by Year, I just feel like things are getting bigger for me. Kicking off a year start with a blogger win trip to Singapore, and ending the year with being a part of Art Basel Miami 2014.

I’d just want to bring up a message, and that is to always love who you are and to always believe that you are just a small part of this world. That is why, there are tons of things this earth has got to offer you. As an artist, I believe in the odds of going on loving the things I am given by making the most of them

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The Photographic Sense

Photographer.Reinhardt Kenneth

Model.Caitlin Doyle

Assistant.Audrey Tandio

Hairstylist.Livia Kriwangko

The Photographic Sense wishes you a Merry Christmas! Have a warm one with your loved ones & don't forget to give thanks.

Royals

Is it better to be Love-Oriented, Money-Oriented, or Art-Oriented?

ATTACK OF THE FIERCE-TY FEET BEAUTIES

The Last Chapter of 2013

Sirens, that's the only thing I can hear, or at least observe, apart from the loud cries of the panic. The high pitched tones of the mortals that sing a song of the mainstream, the gestures that only the people of earth do. Isn't it just odd, how people take photography as a part of what they call, memory, whereas it's just, senseless?. They play in their sense of wonder, or more like, wander. I mean, like, that's how they just back down. They back down, sweetie, because the games too rough for their manicured nails.

They come in colonies, or in a singular method of not only being radioactive, but also promoting a sensitivity, yet a trait of just, having fun. That's how I really could describe the roars of the artistic imagery coming out towards frames, that's how I see my creative process. They are, gigantic, and overwhelming, and definitely bigger than life. Sure, I take in the inspirations from the mass-and from the ones who taught me, but they, moreoverly, come from my visions, and how they crystalize onto a freedom of speech-visually.

The portfolio is not an exploitation of ego, yet it is a personification of how my artistic visions take a scroll through the realistic stuff. They are not a thread, but in the same time they might appear to be an immense imagery of a gigantic, harmful substance. This is not an act for what the world calls cocky, this is beyond that, this revolution is, in the most artistic way, FAB.

The past may deliver my art in such cold, harsh, rough manners, but after Halcyon and the recognition, I just thought that a more, appropriately cheery, slightly blonde-loud sort of presentation might be ideal. That is exactly what this long introduction is trying to say. This is the visionary of the lighter alter ego.

1. Opera House, Australia

Roaring above the artistically, iconic building. Bending in a half circular, yet edged end. Lies two insecure souls. One with a heart on her cheek, the other with an alien-like forehead and mole holes. Their heart lies within the buildings on their bending formation. Like their only name, the insecurity, and like the building, the Opera House, the House of emotions. They bend their ego with it, not realizing their inner, weirdly beautiful features. Their over exaggerated eyes, their over exaggerated sense of humor, and their over exaggerated passion, one on her goal, the other on a virtual, Korean partner. Their hearts don't lie, they just haven't found their true fierce-ness yet. The only thing that keeps them together, is the fact that they only have each other.

2. Statue Of Liberty, America

Then the party starts here, as two redheads comes out in the passion they believe in, one coming from the 90s, the other a complicated band girl. Insecurity might be absent, but the overwhelmed joy causes a disturbance in the art, forming it's own form of art. The rebels, the outcasts, and especially the freedom obtained, code name, ghetto. Indifference is only a factor, and a matter of difference. In the liberty they trust, the power of endless, boundless freedom allowed. It's an affair between love and lust, and it definitely is a rule of every femme fatale - that freedom shall only be allowed for beauty and the opportunities of ego. A queen-like structure. The rapid demand of wealth instead of health. This form of beautified, hardly sophisticated demand only comes in a gigantic size. And may all parties be as fierce as this immense amount of joy.

3. Grand Canyon, America

There, comes another piece. Altered by time, in the coldest, yet fiercest way. There is just an underdog, sort-of basic imagery to the piece. Embellished in a mixture between the classic and the urban. A tres-chic sort of imagery. Mickey mouse blinded, and the husk smell of the leather-draped hunk. The people behind the stage, the support team, that's how cold the fierce-ness just blazes through. It's as if the flames come in a blue shade. The immense blizzard and it's radioactive method. That's how their art, just works, it comes off clean, but more striking than ever. The power that stands tall and falls, and re-creates the stones, the Grand Canyon,

4. Eiffel Tower, Paris

Then comes the hopeless romantic, the ones who'd kill for love, that cliche, desperate mood. The ones who'd travel the world with class, or without, just for the other half. Forming an Eiffel as distorted as the Pisa tower. The one a dog lover, with a heart of such complex behaviors, that white is a compilation of it's complicated behavior, the other one a shy, yet strong, small town girl. With a slight interracial twist and a passion of another. One a rose, the other a doodle, and a slight hope of freedom. The boundaries of race, the boundaries of age. That's what makes the piece bigger than life. The art reference varies from the gargoyles, with the fleeing lonely ones. Like the gypsies, all the wealth and the dark reference in the world can be obtained, but not the Love. That is the point of living. Art always wins, because in the desperation, only Art can form a crystallization of beauty.

5. Capitol Building, America

After all the factors, comes Sacrifice, comes the power of giving up the body for the soul, giving up the ego for the mind, giving up the personality for the art. Comes a power of having to give more to the things worth the future, not the ones worth the present. Comes the process of having to sacrifice the social living for the process of being an artist. Like camouflaging, disappearing like a ghost-like, invisible imagery, from the rest of the crowd, and with a proud tone, being an artist. It's not about the money, recognition, and fame, it's about living, breathing, and finally dissolving in the art. And trust me, this part hurts like a stab in the a** from at the Capitol Building, the house of rules, the house of logic and politics. D.C. at it's finest. Helplessly, the ego just, lies there, in agony, trying to bend back the bones onto a stronger form, you know what they say, a hybrid is always an adapted form, it always turns better. Pushing the boundaries may get a stab, and a beautiful levitating piece of performance art of the body. Like a Wrecking Ball.

6. Japan

But then, the other part of the blue, the other part of the world, comes the word F.A.B, this part is where recognition matters, where the play of eccentric behavior for fame matters. The effort for the applause, the effort just to get a pat on the back. A resulting of the lonely heart and it's antiques. A force of being a star, of being known an artist. The modification of culture, the act of bringing an eastern country, a developing one to the bigger canvas. Glamorizing the act of the culture with boundaries, onto a bigger image. The idea of bringing art to fashion, in the most, glamorized, yet artistically challenging factor. An iconic piece of, draping. The idea of bringing that is another bigger than life factor. Bringing the attitude and the ego of being fab, being an icon of arrogance and whatever the upper class possesses. Deserving any liquor on rocks. The ego dressed in the passionate, red contrast, demonstrating the art of the orient, with colors of silver on the altered hair, made to the left by such immense quirkiness of ambition. The striking features of the effort to be iconic.

7.  Zaanse Schans, Holland

But then, the memories that brings us to our nostalgic imageries, the small town behavior, the factors that makes us who we are, our first steps, our first bike, our first kiss. The acts that reforms the person you are today, is another bigger than life factor. The little picnic with the braid, and the walk through the river, the splashes and the excitement the wind gives. These riverside memories are the gravity to our ego, the things that keep us sane, not forgetting where the hearts truly belong, or once belong. Without the boundaries having to matter. The days where flying seems like a piece of cake. Where the unicorns are only a part of the backyard, and when the carefree horizon just passes through the skies.

8.  Grand Canyon, America

The final form, however, is the climb. The formation of all art, love, and dreams carved onto one. It's not about all the goals and the particular demand of a particular stepping stone. It's more of the pride to be on the ride, like a ride or die motto. A perfect mixture of having the perfect love life, in that portion with a truly kindhearted, supportive partner, the other being a crystallisation of the dreams, finally being a part of the dream as living on it is a piece of cake, and the last one, a formation, a visionary, and the most provocative, explicit, yet beautiful and sophisticated avant-garde pieces being formed within the problems. One holding on to culture, the other holding on to gravity, and the last one unleashing the true spirits of being a free mind, being a visionary to one's own art. The passionate mixture of red and blue. The final form of, The Photographic Sense.

All of these pieces are shot for Cafe @ Cita, Cita Hati School, as prints for the Cafe. The idea of doing something "larger than life" is moreoverly inspired by "Attack of the 50 ft Woman", however, adding messages and ideas onto it felt neccesary, with a comical look, and the youngest fashion sense, inspired by icons like Miley Cyrus, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, Hayley Williams, Bryan Boy, and imageries from fairy tales, the Great Gatsby, and High School Musical. All of these models are NOT professionals and are winners off my Models Wanted competition with Cita Hati (everyone are students or alumni, including the teams involved)

The idea of incorporating The Photographic Sense's journey is clearly candid, an idea crystallized while writing the editorial, or more like a journal, since Diaries are just way to sassy. I might start selling prints next year, so, email me if you're interested! Thank you so much for always being a kind reader to the blog, Unions, this portfolio is another end-year project like last year's "Masquerade Ball", aiming for a lighter imagery, and something more age related to where I am standing right now. I hope I get to inspire more next year, I promise that I'll blow more minds next year. Thank you so much for all of the time spent just to read my blog right here, resulting from the, encoruagement I get, I get to be known by the world a lot more. Thank you so much guys, you guys RAWCK!

UNIONS! The Photographic Sense wishes you a Happy New Year! May next year be a lot more artistic and filled with intense excitement and passion! Xo Reinhardt Kenneth

The Photographic Sense Goes To School

Portfolio Pieces.

1. Opera House, Australia (INSECURE-ITY) 

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (left-to-right) Monica Liemantara, Claudia Sonia

MUA&Hair. (on Claudia) Irene Wihandi Putri

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

(on Claudia) Kyary Pamyu Pamyu inspired Bow by Catharina Avellia 

Backdrop Credits. Kelby Immanuel Rusli

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

2. Liberty, America (Party In The U.S.A)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (left-to-right) Meliana Tjahja, Irene Wihandi Putri

MUA&Hair. (on Irene) Irene Wihandi Putri, (on Meliana) Yunita Rebekah(MUA) and Livia Kriwangko (Hair)

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth 

Backdrop Credits. Clarissa Hanggresta

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

3. Grand Canyon, America (ART)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (left-to-right) Yunita Rebekah, Janice Tandiokusuma

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Kelby Immanuel Rusli

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

4. Eiffel Tower, Paris (Love)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (left-to-right) Kelby Immanuel Rusli, Laurenzia Juvelin 

MUA&Hair. Livia Kriwangko (Hair), Yunita Rebekah (MUA)

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Vania Aprillia

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

5. Capitol Building, America (Sacrifice)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. Catharina Avellia

MUA&Hair. Irene Wihandi Putri (Make Up), Livia Kriwangko (Hair)

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Kelby Immanuel Rusli

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

6. Japan (FAB)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. Stephanie Soekosin

MUA. Yunita Rebekah

Hair. Livia Kriwangko

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Kelby Immanuel Rusli

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

7. Zaanse Schans, Holland (Home//Mary Jane Holland)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (left-to-right) Schanaz Purnama, Kevin Jackson, Emmanuela Michelle

MUA&Hair. (on Schanaz) Hair by Livia Kriwangko

(on Emmanuela) MUA. Yunita Rebekah

Hairstylist. Theresa Gunarso, Yunita Rebekah

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Bryan Andrean Putra off Coffee Cream & The Caffeine

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

8. Grand Canyon, America (Hall Of Fame//Regal Royal Manga Baby)

PAR. Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. (top-to bottom)(left-to-right) Caroline Beauty Stacia, Karina Novia, Nadya Joy Soetanto

MUA&Hair. (on Caroline) Hair. Livia Kriwangko, MUA.Irene Wihandi

(on Karina and Nadya) Hair. Livia Kriwangko, MUA. Yunita Rebekah

Stylist. Reinhardt Kenneth

Backdrop Credits. Kelby Immanuel Rusli

Backstage Team. Theresa Gunarso

Hybrid IV.

Experimental -- that is probably where I am heading right now. Babe, please, mainstream is so last year. I decided to really grant myself a long granted wish--to evolute through the form of art. Don't you love those days when you evolved your starter Pokemon to it's final form? Well, I'm still on that phase-really proud on my Pokemon Party(sorry I had to blabber a lot about this). This portfolio is a reformation of the human body itself. A futuristic, immature look towards how the world would've been if we evolve and adapt in a whole new, exoskeleton-involving method.

Hybrid IV

Under the control of nature and science, the feeling of lingering for a whole new life, a rebirth, a reformation of the human nature forms deep inside us. What if whatever we see is a lie, and what if everything she thought of was built under a lie? What if the Sun rises from the North and goes down on the South instead? What if there was a monochromatic rainbow? What if OUR HUMAN BODY IS INCOMPLETE, AND WE NEED A FINAL MISSING PIECE?

We perceive the idea to be a metaphor. More hands to either help or harm. More eyes to either visualize or watch. More lips to either persuade or gossip. More ears to either listen or hurt. More legs to either run or scratch. All of these being formed onto one question, is it possible to do so?.

Posh Plastic

“Beauty-a complex imagery of living. To one, it may be the old beautiful brunette locks of Miley, to someone else-it may be all of the circus and the side-shaved blonde. To one it may the exotic beauty of a girl from Southeast Asia, to another, it may be the size 0 runway model running down a Chanel runway. Beauty differs from everyone’s perspective-but one thing for sure, we are all created beautiful-some of us just don’t feel like works of art.

Some of us just felt like, we were not born in the right body, some of us wake up wishing we were a size 0-some even wakes up and gets lost in the blurred lines of their identity as a person. As if every soul is jailed inside a work of art, and some of us just gets the wrong cell. The thing about beauty is that, it changes overtime. Back in the days, it was the wealthy, curvy woman, Mona Lisa-with perfect chubby cheeks like an apple who is considered to represent beauty, nowadays, lingerie-ready bodies are the perfect description of beauty-Tyra Banks, Kate Moss, Karolina Kurkova, Karlie Kloss, Heidi Klum, Gisele Bundchen, Cara Delevigne, Coco Rocha, Miranda Kerr, you name it.

All The Way To The Halcyon Days.

Ok, so the wait is over! "All The Way To The Halcyon Days" is finally up on Wattpad which you guys can click here! So basically I did peek you guys my perception of the story and how it revolves through the atmosphere, an implementation of a better living through time travel. What I've been basically comprehending these days are to change your life without basically changing who you are as an individual, how we all live in a rebirth, and change without changing at all. It's like being a snake, how you can basically change your skin without changing who you are, as being a tougher core with a tougher heart.

"All The Way To The Halcyon Days" is also a collaboration of my writing and my photographs, the vulnerability of the story itself, being a part of the inner part of my artistic core, how I travel to many places and transform these particles of memories to living art, to art pieces that mean so much to me, which can freeze strangers, going all like "wow, that is just, wow". As a revolutionary work implementing how the pretty needs to be witty enough, how a shadow only needs an extra shade in it, and how the most contrasting picture may not always have a message as powerful as normal greyscale. How each shade comprehends a specific time.

So I'm going sneak you guys several picks that will soon be up on my tumblr page. I will later post pictures that are really meaningful to me alongside 2013 itself, because this year itself is a revolutionary for myself for better days, as a challenge to reach the state of Halcyon itself. A strong implementation of both art and freedom. I'm going to collage up these pictures and post their final forms on my tumblr page. Stay tuned, unions! Love Y'all. (P.S. These pictures are A SMALL PART only one of the unions from All The Way To The Halcyon Days) itself, this section is called "EIDIE".

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Make Peace, Not War.

We live in a judgmental world of hatred, when we are required to hurt and run in order for our, survival.

Disrespecting the nature of humanity, we are in the end also the human we are. We live in the deepest murk of our egos and we always tell ourselves, that our survival will advantage our generation of humanity will make the future a better place. Honestly, humanity is only a drop of consistency in a jar of hatred, one drop that either can survive as it spread it's particles, or get drowned as a darker particle.

These days, one's egos can only crush another, they have this radioactive frequency that can only break someone's bones to pieces, as if love never really gleamed and glowed, as if the world was only turning upside down towards you. Our minds were designed to love, that is why hating feels so bad, that is why finalizing the true murk of the world, we hurt each other all over again, to in the end, result the hatred we believe in today.

We face bombs, wars, murders, and such difficult crimes these days, but in the end if you do think about it again. The hearts of us humans are only as real as our minds, and once it had became contaminated, the goodness we believe in will yet only grow to a consistency of a drowned faith, every single hatred starts from our hearts, it's just that some of us play the masquerade part a lot better.

Your inner strength will only get you slightly further to the love you deserve, we all are a victim of hate, and a witness of our own generation. Our true colors only pop brighter through the polluted life if we start spreading the love we are being strong with. The power of Love will only strengthen us to the core. Our willingness for freedom, for art, and for recognition, our dreams, and our feelings towards one another positively, that is an equation of Love, of course, with an inner soul for being one's self.

We had seen many innocent ones burn and die for the survival of one country, but in the end, we are all one, a race of humanity, a race who should believe in one another, a race who deserved the strength of the world due to it's high intelligence, but then we misuse everything and forgot how we are created, from the love of God, from the Love We Deserve.

Have you ever wondered why God created several terms that seem so ugly towards the world? We then question God ourselves, "God, why can't I be a size zero?", "God, why can't I look like Cara Delevigne?", "God, why can't I get rid of these freckles?". These sort of questions of insecurity should only be eliminated, because the only thing God had created was beautiful, it's just that several misconceptions and perceptions the world deceives had traveled through our minds, giving us a judgmental ego, giving several criteria to a perfect look, which in the end leads to nothing, because Nobody's Perfect, and Nobody wants to be a Nobody.

Because Perfection, Is A Lie

Love will rise from the absence of our insecurities, Love is innocent and passionate, and that Love knows no flaws, because we are all flawed, and we all shouldn't have deserved the Love we, today, have wasted. We are a reformation of a new generation, a new race, and the only thing they can do to us is to Love us, because we all have inherited the last morals of the humanity, we, today, have lost, that is why we have to replant our morals, to believe, and to Love again.

End War, End Hatred, End The Murk That Had Caused This World Everything It Doesn't Deserve,

Because This Generation Is Worth The Love.

The Photographic Sense

PAR.Reinhardt Kenneth

Model.Garry Diggory & Pricillia Lumantoro

MUA.Pricillia Lumantoro(nudebeige)
Stylist.Reinhardt Kenneth

Love Always Wins.