Government Hookup

It was all just an

Affair..

Or was it something more?

I guess the overrated idea of “we found love in a hopeless place” is actually a pretty accurate statement. We find a person on the exact perfect time, the exact perfect moment, and the exact perfect phase. It was a hopeless situation where there’s a particular thirst, a particular craving towards the love we thought we deserve. Then someone else, particularly, in the same phase, also needs that. However, sometimes, things just fall apart, like they always do.

I guess it really is true that whatever you do, you have to remind yourself that you’ve got self worth. That no matter what you love and who you love, you should know that, you should value and love yourself more. Then eventually someone will come around, and just the act of love might be, or might not be worth it. When you know that you love yourself, no matter how bad a person breaks or bends you, you will always be there for yourself. You will be your own shoulder to cry on, you will be your own comforter, and clearly, you will learn to just, carry on through life-faster you know.

I chose Marilyn and JFK because, despite of their controversial conspiracy of love, I believe that whatever really happened between them, it must’ve meant something. At least for Marilyn, I guess. I’ve always taken Marilyn on being the fragile type who just lashes her tears by laughing. A true Hollywood sweetheart-turned-legend after her suicide. I believe that, like many other names, this blonde bombshell is misunderstood. She clearly couldn’t save herself, but what if death saved her. What if her pain was just way too much to live with. What if her best friends, which are diamonds, aren’t there for her when she cries her heart out. What if the bling is clearly numb, and what if Hollywood doesn’t have a heart at all.

The thing is, FAME consumes you, your CRAFT consumes you, and the PASSION for ART clearly takes so much of your time. This also applies to other profession, on business, on travels, on discovering and inventing scientific things. Whatever keeps one productive makes them successful, and in the end, It consumes the warmness in their heart. The love they deserve, the balance that keeps them in the middle. But what I’m trying to say here is that, I can be that one person who is so focused on art that I forget to find love, but I will always know that I have myself and I will never ever lose myself. Because I’ve got love and self worth and true acceptance for myself.

Numbness is a result of losing one’s self. I believe. It’s like the soul just crystallizes, it starts to feel nothing, and out of nowhere it’s supposed to hurt. At one point, the bitter cold needs to be melted. It needs to be burnt with that love I mentioned earlier, and I believe that is nothing but loving yourself. I learnt that you should never be dependent on anyone. I believe that love SHOULD NOT define someone’s life choices to an extent of ruining dreams. To an extent of putting love that everything seems to crumble for the sacrifices. I believe love is supposed to make you love yourself more. I believe that love should make sure you are more of yourself. And in the end, I believe that love should remind you how much of an amazing person you are. It needs to make you feel special. It needs to make sure that even if the memories linger, that you are too much of an amazing person to not move on if the story ends. Because the first person you love would be you----the person that you will never lose. Because when you lose yourself, then you’re a mess. You will start to just, be clingy and dependent. Love should teach you to be one thing, and that is a bigger person that just, loves yourself most. To put yourself first, but not be selfish. To be a warm, loving person that will never lose sight of whats important, which is loving themselves.

It’s like, love can simply just turn yourself into a person that is just  simply cold. It’s like, you’re warmed up with an immense heat that you’re so used to it, that a simple ice bucket challenge can turn you into something so drastic. It will wash all of the fire away, then turn you cold, then fortunately, all the pain away. It’s a cycle. It’s simply a phase of how worth it the memories are. Whether the numbness are worth to fight for and getting through to.

I’m writing this in honor of my admiration to break downs. I believe, in order for someone to finally succeed, one should learn to break free. To clearly be themselves against the world. To not be afraid to make a statement and run with his dreams and just clearly be an individual, who needs nobody’s approval to run what he wants to run to. I believe that the best people are the ones who make a move, at least just by being bold enough to speak out his thoughts. To run through the world in an immense amount of love for speed, the thrill of life. The fast life and the lonely heart. And clearly making the whole world crash in an artistic earthquake. I believe all of that is part of my life, I believe that I am born to make a statement. They say oblivion is inevitable, but I’m going to leave my footprints all over the world in a gypsy life ideology I believe in.

I portrayed JFK and Marilyn for one reason. I love the bling, I love the fame, and I love the governmental conspiracy, but apart from all that, I believe that they represent qualities some people are against. I believe that Marilyn was misunderstood, and all she really, aimed for, was love. Like many other villains. I believe that a craving for love is necessary. I believe that, how deep you are just into work, there’s an urge to throw your love into something. I believe today I’ve made up my mind to throw that love to art. I believe that art will always remain loyal to me, being a life partner and a life changer, a voice to the world. I believe that I will find “proper love” one day, and it’s not about the rushes that matter. I believe that one should always love themselves more. And no, I didn’t write all of this out of a broken heart. I wrote all this in confusion. I tried to put all the puzzle pieces together, seeing how love can be so significant to one. How love can be a source of warmness and happiness. I believe that love is the only true virtue. Start loving everything good in your life and learn from the bad ones. The rest, let it be. 

GOVERNMENT HOOKUP

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

PAR.REINHARDT KENNETH

MODELS. CATHARINA AVELLIA AS MARILYN MONROE

KELBY I.R. AS JOHN F KENNEDY

A Broken Sonnet

We live in such a judgmental statement, we perceive a view on one side, and we never really reconsider that every color has a shade. Red is Red, Blue is Blue, Green is Green, but in the very end, we all have crimson hearts, the hearts we were supposed to mend and bend a little, the heart which is as hard as stone, which can't even contract a single love. Because art, in the very end, is only a statement of living, a mindset to love and to loathe.

Alongside loving and loathing, there's a part in between, and that would be the right part I am talking about here, the human nature. We are all a shade, some of us stand in a lighter grey, some of us lie in a darker grey. We had always believed being good was a good way of living, but in the very end, being truthful and honest is the best policy. How can you basically sleep after helping a group of thieves stealing for being good to them?

The Broken Sonnet, The Broken Tunes, and The Broken Hearts, The Broken Cult always leads to nothing but survival, some of us hold on in the state of murk, in the state of disbelief, but some of us just rises to the edge and believes that nothing can stop their way. Believing in one's self and their own belief is the only way of redoing the beauty of life. Stand for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone.

The truth is that most of us wear floral crowns of good relations and love, but we just hold on again to the fact that we cannot fake that feeling throughout generations. We are chasing papers of our own identity, because we are whoever we wish to be, because our mindset is determined by those wishes again, and that the mindset we believe in affects us on evolving on being who we are and the person we want to be. You are the belief you believe in.

This portfolio was inspired by this McQueen-eerie feeling, as a statement to live in our own dreams, as a statement for not being afraid to be one of a kind in the space you live in, to never let being mainstream a choice of living. Our colors are our own nature, and doesn't mean you have the darkest shade doesn't mean love and living is a shade we don't believe in. Because the lies are always pretty, and the truth can be extremely ugly. That is why it's called LI(f)E.

Why do we glamorize ourselves to remain Pretty when our hearts are just Witty?

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

PAR.Reinhardt Kenneth

Model. Mitzy Kallula

MUA/Stylist. Mitzy Kallula

Anyways can't wait for The Great Gatsby! This Lana Del Perfection video is just PERFECT.

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

V.

Masquerade Ball:The Untold Stories of The Artistic Womb

The Last Chapter of 2012.

A part of me knew this was going to end disastrous, but another part of me wants to become a part of this, a part of me wants all the fame and the fortune, the money, and the ultimate league, an address of the high society, the society that controls the world, the society that plays the backstage of this horrible drama. The society camouflaging reality onto a better logic, you see. A kiss so sweet, that is how it just attracts you, like honey, all the diamonds and pearls a girl can posses, that’s how it works, it’s a trap and it ends sweetly, it will end with me. That is how I call it, the face of the virtual virtues, I knew this was trouble.

I come out with my beautiful, innocent, crimson heart, I come out and bring that as me and moreover for me and everyone else. My eyes are opened wide, they bring me over, they invite me, it’s like one of those parties I didn’t want to attend at first, but one of the best highlights of my live in the end, it’s a beautiful ceremony when everyone is just-a bit wilder, you see.

Then in the midst of this madhouse, I meet this guy, his eyes as piercing as swords, his cheek bones as striking as arrows of light, but he is the one who has the smile of an angel, an angel so pure I could never suspicious anything more than the word charming. He is as charming as the slight thin rainbows the sky posses, and his awkwardly shy behavior made the colors of his personas more attractive, he is my little lover for the night, or more like every other night, since my mind was set as a long party, whereas I danced my heart through the beautiful tunes I can never ask for more, the charm was all over him when he hit the grand piano.

He is an architect on his early age, he is a man I could never predict I would meet like a week ago, and then he comes over to me, like a crimson, charming unicorn, under the shades of his little husky voice, so sweet he sounded like the thin cigarettes floating on the smoking area on the coffee shop, he is like an ecstasy I can never resist, he is the addictive factor I can never let go, well at least for “the night”.

I am a man and a woman of many personas, I am not just one but partly 12, and this part of me doesn’t want to leave, but everybody else are alarming the alarm I can never understand, I am just a kid and usually these alarms happen turn out to be the part of me who’s right, the part of me who knows and senses the part of the world which should never be touched and burnt down by the darker shades that sound so innocent in the beginning, I am preserving myself in a way, and I can never know when to follow the alarm. The Masquerade Ball sound like my ceremony, where I can finally be hidden and masked

I fell apart on the dress, moreover like under the dress, he is as frigid and cold as his eyes, like the cold blooded creature he is the fire in the water, whereas he is the bigger fire coming over to freeze me down in immortality, I am finally changed, I am finally turned onto a new blood, more like bloodless, my tan skin turns pale, a pale version of my tan, moreover, which isn’t visible enough until I before the next dawn. I am finally realizing all of this trouble will never be worth. I am lost, my innocent is on a vacation and got hit by a star cruise, so every single part of my lighter personas follow me as slaves. I am just this wild, curious, and fierce creature I can never explain to myself, moreover like how I can never explain the beauty of blood, ombre, and inverted triangles.

I guess after all the fighting, the shopping, and the blood sucking, I just have to accept this part of me, this part of me who glimmers under my pale, tan skin which should be visible any time soon, and my hair which is messed around the area where my heart pumps faster. I am hit onto the rocky rocks of my mind, I am finally a feline, I am finally the creature needing nothing more but the prey. Whereas he became animalistic but he sounded more of an innocent, as we raced through our glimmering shoes, which may lead to spirals, he drops me onto one arena.

Everybody else holds an invisible collar for me, they should’ve suspected this heart-racing, animalistic persona which is partly being prepared to marry the dark, to marry the infinity, the immortal, and the end tips of the checker boards, to marry the dusk, to marry the night, the night holding the eye seeing up above. The eye which seeks for his hunger,  for this creature is just darkly screaming deep inside, as an animal, and as a human, as a Hybrid.

But then there’s a new voice inside of me, the voice of grudge, the grudge I want to leap onto, to the addiction which should be no other but my fault, I should’ve trusted his eyes and his mysterious heart, I should’ve sensed his cold persona deep inside that should be trouble for me, a troublesome figure to later become my role model, the king I preserve.

I realized that if he can be as sweet as roses, cupcakes, and glitter, he can be as pathetic as a homeless bird, so my vanity mind takes over, my mind set was being viewed as the femme fatale I became, a wild one, for sure. I am not only fierce, edgy, and darker than the moon, but I am as glittering as Marilyn Monroe, I am a feminist to myself, I am the female empowerment to myself under the crystal chandelier holding the power of masculinity over feminism, a subliminal orgy I can never understand, a pain I should stop becoming. I walk like the glitter I am, I become the jewelry I am worth, I become a pearl and a diamond in the exact same time, I am a final sequined dress, matched under Aphrodite with a pair of Studded Louboutins , edged out with snake skin, I am a woman of red, I am the woman of myself, I am a creature of woman.

But then this little voice of me comes out like a curtain call, it’s fury strikes like an aerial ace, like hurricane burning the end tips of my fingers, the rainbow opening a way for the leprechaun to fake fame, the voice of love, the voice of forgiveness. He may not appear with a white bloody unicorn, but he appears in studs, and with a golden cape and a crimson colored rose, I always thought roses should considerably be marked hypocritical, as it posses the petals of different shades, falling apart in the end.

So I said the word I always wanted to say as a little Alice in the Wonderland, in spirals I walk around the walk, but in the end, it’s a pair of invisible red flippers under these platform and high heels, I am walking in spirals, I am walking the live of Dorothy where in the end everybody gets what they needed, they get the shit they own from the beginning, whereas they never really realized the shades of it, the shades that lies between their insecurities, and I found mine, I found love and it glimmers better in the dark.

They talk like my heartbeat of my past when I come and open up, whereas the one I love is no longer visible, wrapped in the golden auburn horns, where I can never leave my innocence behind, but I can always change her onto me, I am finally the inner beast he brought out, I am finally the starring role of this game, I am a starring role of the dark, and believe me, it’s sometimes a lot better, I am just another girl, hit down the ground to make a change through my shadows, through these thick eyeliner I can only smirk ad blink with to look beautiful, even in my ceremony, and the attendant who I thought was the innocent Mickey Mouse, ended up to be the handler who was hiding this whole time, controlling my acts, and he holds the ceremonial with the hourglass symbol, from dirty, crimson, liquid, swelling through the writer’s nose.

I finally become the lady I’ve always looked up to, I became more of myself, the me I haven’t really met in the past few centuries in my past lives, I believe this was meant to be. I am masked, but visible, I am the creature I became earlier and more now, slowly I put my hands on his, and we closed the part of our eyes which is a medium for our handlers, the eye we see, the eye we know, which is hidden, we are bending our personas onto one, and I know where Dorothy ends up in the end, she ends up masked on her home, and as for me, I am bending my persona with him, we are finally one in two different bodies. And the staring dolls hold my sad innocence, because no one is going to take my soul away, because nobody really sold it, but in the end, I am not a product, I am a controller, I am the lost innocent because I am more of myself then.  I am the part of me I can never really be apart from, I am Ray Kellia Rhodensoma.

PhotoVogue Features:

Marry The Night

Party

THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE

PAR.Reinhardt Kenneth

Models. Rania Putri Sari,Evan Darius Effendi @Red Models,Lukas Atmaja @Lookgraphy,Kelby Immanuel Rusli, Fajar Adi Sulaksono&Crew@Inter Models

Stylist.Nadya Joy

MUA and Videography.Larasati @Lara Photography, Valencia Yong

Hairstylist.Valencia Yong

Wardrobe.Diana Couture

Interior.Theresia The

Lighting Director.Lukas Atmaja @Lookgraphy

Jewelry.BarQco

Headpieces.Dawi&Chris

This will be THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSE's last post of the year, bloody unicorns, thank you so much for always having my back, for always being such a doll to my crimson heart, for all your art and your support, and for everything else, thank you so much,2012 had been a blessing towards my heart, see you very soon in 2013, in 2013, there will be no more lazy blogging, kunts! So, I know everyone else mostly is posting countdowns of the bests of 2012, I decided to post this because, this is the past part of me I want to expose currently, and I usually just end up getting bored on my old stuff, so enjoy it while you can, we were born for art!.HAPPY NEW YEAR, don't ever regret, a friend of mine said, that everything you own, will end up owning you in the end, thats what Jamie said. GOD BLESS YOU. xo