Black Beauty

I believe in equality

I believe in how a person shouldn’t be judged based on who they are, but based on their deeds.

Wait

I don’t even believe in judging, I believe in HAVING AN OPINION.

You see, I struggled a lot between drawing lines in between things. Whether this is right or wrong, acceptable or not acceptable, a preference or an opinion. Truth be told, I’m speaking from my experiences.

Black Beauty itself appears as an inspiration coming from Lana Del Rey’s song, “Black Beauty” from “Ultraviolence”. Her lover’s preference for darker shades is translated onto the song, and at how much she would change the world just for him.

I believe that love comes in many different shades, including Black, and Silver, and White. Which are the colors I am using as my main inspiration. I believe in a belief that we think in the sense with the presence of colors. Colors represent such a strong symbolism in our lives that they are inevitable. I believe that their shades tell stories and connotations so diverse the world itself may translate a cavern full of undiscovered writings, all thanks to the connotations appearing from the presence of colors.

Black itself appears as an enigma. A sense of a secret. I believe that some things should remain being an ambiguous thought to everyone. I believe that the world is so much more beautiful with things that remain a secret. A magnificent enigma itself being Love. I believe that love is a beautiful media. It can do no wrong, but it may lead to either a utopia or a dystopia, or even worse, a catastrophic state. This past year, I’ve seen love bearing so beautifully in shades darker than black. I believe that the love I witnessed might be a thunderstorm.

However, love and all it’s might had done one justice. This thunderstorm results in a beautiful ending. A love story filled with jealousy, betrayal, affairs, lies, indifference, and just----a solution so unexpected, a beautiful bond. I believe that the best things might come from the worst. I believe that, if you don’t have any shadows, then you’re not standing in the light. I believe that the color black has been used as a misconception at times.

To whoever reading this. It’s going to be okay, It’s gonna get better. Eventually, the black will bloom in you into an exceptional hydrangea. Roaming beautifully in the misconceptions of love under the universal galaxy, a galaxy we ourselves haven’t truly comprehend.

Silver, being a ray of light, I believe, represents the love I possess for the world itself. I am addicted to the idea of seeing the world, of leaving my footprints around the world, of being remembered by the universe when I’m long gone. To leave ambiguous remarks of conspiracies of how I lived and died. I find fascination into putting people onto a perspective viewing me as silver. Not gold. But Silver.

Why Silver?

I believe that I want to leave a lasting impression. Of being in a state where I am both strong and beautiful. How I can withstand other silver or even gold. I want to be viewed as a neutral media to inspire others. I am not gold------I am a student till the last day I breathe. I am no expert, apparently, I will never be an expert. I just am devoted to art. That, I believe, is the love I have towards the roaming glint of the galaxy.

And White.

A contrasting figure compared to the color Black. I believe that you are your worst enemy, your worst judge. That is why you are your own catalyst. You push yourself to the edge of your capabilities to make yourself a balanced state. To form yourself onto a state of belief where you are an equal proportion of an unbalanced human being. Unique to your own state. I believe that love requires that.

White itself represents the purity. The inner child. The curiosity. I believe that beauty might be found everywhere. Every, single, place. I believe that it represents memories of the past that support us, or memories of now that lightly reminds us of who we are. The love I am talking about here is not a humane expression, however a love for my craft.

I’m a rebel to the art.

I just believe in it so much

I just can’t stop.

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

PHOTOGRAPHER.REINHARDT KENNETH

MODEL/STYLIST.DIANA PUTRI

Wow! What an expressive year we have come to an end, UNIONS!?. This post is NOT my last one, so make sure you stay tuned to my YEAR IN REVIEW post. Seeing 2014 coming to an end is definitely a huge achievement to every single one of us. I have grown so much and achieved so much, and that will only push me to growing even more. I love the craft, and will never stop. So how was your Christmas? I kinda feel numb, however emotional in the same time, idk, it wasn’t my best Christmas but hey Christmas is more than just about a day, right?. Anyways, do you guys have any plans for New Year’s Eve? I’m going to BALI!(do contact me on instagram if you’re going there too!xo)

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

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.

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.

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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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Alter Ego.

My art is only another representation of altering a memory, and altering a part I wish was better, I don't change, It just had always been-there. -Union
1.Austin Beckrhousment

Laid back, and bright like the sun, the soul of the art follows as a follow up, like a list, like a portraiture, like a definition of pure undiscovered gem. As beautiful as the sea, but never discovered. Like a gem, thrown out by a shell, like a pearl, deep down the vivid sand down in Coney Island. A king never went down his throne for a victim, but he was different. Love saved him, and nothing else let him go. it was art, and the beautiful soulful image of nothing but the emerald cornea. Breathes in, and wants out. Nothing as beautiful as the teal streaks down his brunette, shaved-side, long hair. Flying like a troop down a quiet drama, and nothing else really matters. Only like hazel, and like almond shaped eyes, only that quiet matters, and the freedom was stolen like a dream, and no one can blind a semi-beauty. Photographer.

2.Sophorina Elisabeth Hayes

Nothing compares to the joy she posses, as she walks down, phresh out the runway, a Chanel lady. But nothing comes away in her classiness, except for everything simply wild. She can carry a bag on her hands, or her teeth, and she decides whether or not her runway is cutting it. Just another party animal with too much dreams to reach, outrunning the number of drunk people in the middle of an after party until 1 A.M., and what matters is only where she comes from, a small town girl, to one of world's top models. nothing replicates, and nothing can simply duplicate, she is a work of art, a codec of Fashion. Model.

3.Haley V Greens

As fragile as a glass jar, hardly stabile, and yet, as beautiful as a rosemary field, nothing beats her blueberry heart, and her artistic crimson soul. Yet, nothing is good enough for this young lady. Anything she perceived was just vulnerability, and only in the dark she felt pretty, where no one can glimpse a light shining down her pure, glowing, beautiful skin. And only red lipstick is her best friend, it was essential. It was something she can never live without. And all of the things that happened in the past, lived endlessly in her, she is only as real as a fur diva. Poet.

4.Raspore Minkoff


By his fury, the whole world should respect, under his instant dreams under rage, everything is just on his dreams. Nothing is sane enough for him to fulfill his dreams, and to outlaw his opponent, Austin, who posses the same body. Nothing but a grown ghetto down the hood, but only a dream as clear, and a clarity as dreamy as a broken crime. Nothing should be judged, because he is a creature of judgement himself. A rage and fury only a dragon of red, and nothing else does matter as long as he got his stache. Nothing is as furious as his calm soul, works the other way around. Leader.

5.Guiseppe The Gingér


Away from home, with a light headed behavior. Only a simple laugh and a pose-d behavior, and such weirdness nobody can simply understand. Indie, yet hippie, yet just another contemporary heart nobody understands. Never learnt how to string a guitar properly but makes a proper song with one. At least something good to his ears. Has long hair like the sun, and was portrayed as a female. But his soul is as masculine as a green dragon. Just another boat in the middle of the sea which runs like a pelican painted in all ginger, like an orange ball, miles, miles, miles away from the port, from home, and only under his head dreaming. Musician.

6.Anna Della


A wanderer of time, space, and all the lost and gone. Only a spirit in the midst of nowhere, somewhere the world isn't dimensional. Somehow she is just, a creature of thought, and she could only feel when somebody thinks of her, or misses her. A victim of the holocaust. Somehow she wants to be loved-and she wants to travel around the world, and she wants to live in a sanctuary, and she wants to once again feel humanity. Wanderer.

7.Paul Samuel Abrahams.

Nothing comes first before God. He is a devoted Christian, and all his life, he was born to be devoted to God. An archangel, and a creature without a stain. He is the guardian angel guiding Kennie where his mind is always misguided. A creature of exposure, and purity, nothing comes in between his Clarity. As angelic as the morning star, like a direction of a million stars, a formation, and the beauty of the truth. Archangel.

8.Ryn Univora


Rockstar is his middle name. Nobody really dims his shine, because when somebody does, the whole world is against a hater. Loves glitter mixed with unicorn and a drip of blood, is obsessed with nothing but the state of FAME. All the riches are his, and that nothing takes that away because he is an androgyne and a seller of the golden soul. Talent is his next middle name. And unicorns sleep down his heart. Rockstar.

9.Spectra Electra

A daughter of the Anthemoosa Bay, nothing comes within her way. Only a fierce creature, and a creature of boundless, eternal beauty. Siren she becomes for enrapturing the ocean waves instead of Persephone before she becomes a bride of Hades. Now all she has it all, all the power, all the glory. She feeds on humanity and spares nothing for love-because love can never ever occur on her. Her spell of songs will enchant wanderers, and all there's left is her and her sisters. Like a siren song, like a bird predator. Siren.

10.Kennie

Nothing but a little artist, raised in 97. Foolish, and loved by the whole ego-s till the very end. A big fan of caps-and a prodigy with artistic skills the world could have. Only colors rush out of his mind-and some turns onto a monochromatic spectrum. Like tan-and simplicity of mind. What makes him complex are the other ego-s, coloring the soul with a spectrum he could never understand. His self defense mechanism is basically someone else. A creature of art. Student. Alongside him, there are two more. James Miller&Reinhardt Kenn.

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Anna Della

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

PAR.Reinhardt Kenneth

Model.Irene Wihandi Putri, Gillian Geraldine Gani, Evan Ray, and a Self Portrait by Gillian.