Metropolis

Hey UNIONS!!!!!! So, no more ghetto english, mmhmm...? So anyways I'm finally here with a portfolio(I've actually got tons of material but I'm really hanging there to actually do it all, you know, a.k.a I'm usually too bored or I've just got sooooo much to do!). So, OKAY, finally I'm doing something in season for my portfolio, the 60s Mod. 

My dear friend Pricillia Lumantoro from Nude Beige contacted me to help her out for a university project, where she is required to submit a set of photo-s focusing on fashion, which ends up being formatted like a fashion editorial in a magazine, and this time, we're combining the whole mod feeling with nothing more but avant-garde, futuristic imageries, of course, with an edge of the whole 'Strong Woman" and Chic imageries.

The idea of styling a Mickey Mouse Beret with a Studded Edge into a Modern Styling Dominated With Stripes, a Floppy Beach hat with a Chic Bartender Outfit, a Bodycon Dress with an ENORMOUS headpiece, and a Striped, Sleeved, Bodycon Dress with a Striped "Helmet" Shaped Like A Square was being implemented in the shoots, the whole idea of the future, being implemented onto a vintage statement is to blend two different feelings on the same outfit. It's like seeing vintage Chanel being modified by The Late Sir McQueen, or we can assume to be a mixture of post-moderinism and something popping out of a 90s movie on Time Travel.

The whole idea of only using two BOLD colors, BLACK AND WHITE, is to create the effect of dualism, or again, to represent the human nature these days. We had always went like "the world these days are so evil", but believe it or not. There will always be an equal shade of both colors in one soul, we can assume someone to be cold hearted, or someone to posses the heart of an angel. But again, both Mother Teresa and Hitler are sinners, but again, both of them have purity in their hearts. It's just a matter of our perspective, as human beings, to implement it all. Remember, "If you dont have any shadows you're not in the light"(originally said by Mother Monster).

The Mickey Mouse styling was inspired by some citizens, who are clearly light-headed, and usually referred to be cheerful, jolly people. But again, they have their shades of black, and also symbolized by the Studded headpiece around her forehead, representing the potential to hurt, and the potential of darkness under her light.

The Chic Bartender Outfit(the set in the vortex of the circle) was inspired by the difference in CLASS and priorities in life. The hat was to symbolize a high state of authority and class, whereas the rest of the outfit is a lot more, (excuse me), exposed and has a bigger "mainstream and cheap" feeling compared to the hat. This represents someone's true colors, whereas the rules are meant to be broken, and our inner selves are again what matters.

The huge headpiece(on the right) represents the stress and the power to determine for the best the world has, the pressure to be perfectly stunning, to be a hundred percent perfect to the eyes of the superficial world, a burden striving throughout some of us, even tough the dress looks chic and slim, however her brain is constantly working much more.

 

The last outfit(on the left) is a representation of our ignorance, how people would only care about themselves(the prints on the headpiece and the dress is pretty much in the same tone), and how we don't have the will to sometimes put someone else as a priority when they should be out priority in life.

Now why metropolis? I'm trying to capture the whole High-End feeling the world revolves throughout now, how the city never sleeps, and how fashion acts as a representation of nature and art. How people these days can foresee something in a superficial behavior, which is to see something in blatant monochrome, how people would judge others easily without finding the color of their inner soul, and how these days perfection is a part of living a High-End life. Also as a movement to accept yourself in the beauty of your own prints of nature.

Anyways, I would like to send all of my prayers to Boston, my heart is with the family of the lost ones, this is why the world these days foresee the world in the monochrome behavior, or in other words in Hate. The world doesn't need more of us, humans, the world NEEDS HUMANITY. Let's fight with Love, because LOVE, always wins!. So, in that occasion, I'm going to post another Paramore video, Now, which is the first single off their latest self-titled album, this pretty much should represent the message I want to emote.

PhotoVogue Features

Metropolis

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

Photographed by. Reinhardt Kenneth & Pricillia Lumantoro

Model. Mitzy Kallula Viskar

Stylist, MUA, and Hairstylist. Pricillia Lumantoro, Mitzy Kallula Viskar

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The State Of Dreaming

A Letter to Reinhardt,

Sacred, the sacred mind of the human being, it is the ghost lingering on the living body, it is lost by the boundary. Inside of fear and the wrecked soul of the innocent, we all live inside the boundary, we are tied into the darkest ribbons of prejudice we could’ve escaped from. We are trapped, trapped inside a boundary of the wonders of the world.

The society, as disrespectful as usual, they don’t get the state of the awkward behaviors of art. They get anything that does not fit in as a medium of hating, a medium of disbelief, a medium of hatred. It’s like you can’t be who you are because no one likes you when you are true to yourself or you’re doing your art. It’s like when you can’t just have everything you need in order to carry on, seen as an outcast.

In search of a runaway, we pick up along the pieces of our earliest inspirations, our mindset and the environment affecting us, we see throughout our dreams, our imaginations, the things you thought will never stand a chance. Like a plastic bag, a lightweight medium only utilized, those are the inspirations you used along.

As you are set to go, we emerged to drawn in the beautiful imagery, where you see yourself as inspiration and your multiple personas go around the field, the field of the golden locks and braids of the soul, like a phoenix emerging from ashes symbolizing once we lived in fear. Don’t be afraid, young one, don’t take the hatred, they’re a trap. As we become weightless in dreaming, becoming the one sleeping and living and breathing and singing in the state of dream, unconsciously we obtain the most radioactive behaviors. Demonstrating the helpless ones we all die slowly realistically, and live a lot more in our complex mindset, the beehive around your radioactivity is the electric shot your heart possess, dying slowly in the cards of the poker monochromatic reality, we burn into ashes and reinvent ourselves all over again.

We search for fields, we search for adventures, we seek through it with a medium of art, we melt down like candles burning inside our passions of art, and kill the society. Like a light speed generation, we evolve like crystallization of art, we form a reaction finally, young soul, we become one and 8, we become the soul of the sleep and the passion of the living, we obtain and see through, yes, we inspire.

As calm as the breeze of the wind, we chase, we chase for the warm heart, we seek for the sun of our souls, we’ve only just begun and almost end, we die in the warmth of our own arms and give birth to each and every one of living particles of ourselves, like the cell dying every 24 hours but remain beautifully. Like a beautiful melody, the nights will break, we are the lion, the unicorn, the gargoyle, the siren, the swan, the hybrid, the alien, and the dark souled black diamond. Our hands are magical, they kill every each particle, appearing like dreams and particles, we are attached to it, we chase for our own dreams, dying and living and breathing and bleeding like tangerine to mint.

The search will end in maroon, it will end with childhood, it will break, the bear holding the whole nation of reality, the inside of the roses appearing fake, dead, yet alive, glued like the kiss of the phoenix. The cup, the cup you spilled to empty your mind and spit reformed saliva of the 8, and finally the journal, the cyber sanctuary you run to everywhere, like the parent cell, dying with the organism it reproduces, the dream, the soul, the fame, the art, and the reflections of the apostolic convention, the living.

 But the soul will split, it will split to the ones they reform, the dark and the light. One holds purity, virginity, innocence, and peace, the white swan, the Holy Ghost breaking dawn and dusk with light, running through and forward, running for the final living. And on the other side, the Black Ghost, the raven-minded intelligence raining as the sun goes down in pink, it conquers the world in ritualism that dies and reinvents, like eyeliner and vanity, it never spills, it just simply spits. Both hearts are connected, they are identical, they are itself the key to The State of Dreaming, breaking the glass reality holds. Young Blood, Young Soul, Young Art, go through the living, you are two but one, yet 8 in a mature way, stained with ART as how sin should go throughout, you know what they say, a canvas is only beautiful stained, we are masterpieces carved with soul and blood.

PhotoVogue Feature:
Anywhere the Wind Blows
Fireflies and Eden
Holy Ghost
Weary Wanderer
Pick Up The Pieces

The Photographic Sense

Photographed By: Reinhardt Kenneth and the 7 Egos.

Model: Joshua Christian 
Special thanks to: The Loyal Dawi, Austin Beckrhousment and all your dreaming personas, Jo, and everyone involved. 

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