The Abandoned and The Rising.

So I had my very first couture photo shoot, bloody unicorns, scroll down for more pictures.

 The very second I decided to be into fashion, as a blogger, a freelance fashion photographer, and several other amateurish acts, I've experienced ups and downs, I've experienced falls like last season's animal prints, and intense progression like pastel, my life was never Blue Jeans, White Shirt. It had always been couture. Viva La Sequins, wrap me in your satin.

 So, I was shooting this for a competition held locally in my city, eventually, I didn't win, I was a bit devastated, of course, because the story just mesmerizes my own human eye about the darkest hours an aging model can experience. I do believe fashion is a runaway for every passionate artist, but in the same time fashion kills everyone, after all, fashion was formed through sin.

 The stain of the vanity of every shade of make up fascinates me of how someone can easily fake her/himself, I do find the best makeup in life is a goddamn sequin of charm. Somehow whatever charm you give away, that's how everyone judges you. It's like blood, our veins are meant for our own charm.

 I'm portraying a generation gap here, of how the elder who isn't in the marketing anymore is tangled by her puppet strings of darkness, of how she slowly dies, and the other two rising stars, representing a contract with fame, vanity, and fashion.

Vogue Italia Feature:

Freakshow

Puppet.

Credits:

Photographed by: Reinhardt Kenneth

Assistent Photographer: Theresia Oei(theresia-oei.blogspot.com)

Models: Pricillia Lumantoro(nudebeige.blogspot.com), Irene Wihandi, and Cicilia Budiono(cichilia.blogspot.com)

Wardrobe: Diana Couture

Hair/MUA: Shelley Sebastian

and Aunt Lanemei for the Studio, and Dawi for the Curtains.

Warrior Queen.

She conquered the world

But she isn't really a part of her own

She wanders around deep inside

The tainted heart of her warrior soul

Who is she?

Who will she be?

As she splits into two

As her own art is another medium

Is she strong enough to.....

MARRY HER OWN ART?

I'm Not A Creature Of Your Government, Hate.

"Your selfish hands always expecting more, Am I your child or just a charity ward?"

-Demi Lovato(For The Love Of A Daughter)

I'm not a type of kid every parent dreams to have, I'm not here to self pity myself, I actually compliment myself for being artistic. In fact, art has been inside my blood outside the womb, which I don't give a single damn for people to underestimate. My works, they are always underrated for being unacceptable. People always second guess that life is only for the logical implementation, they always underestimate artists to be poor and lifeless.

For a particular, unreasonable-"educative" reason which doesn't affect my school nor my future that much. I am unappreciated for my art, a very genetically close relative said to me that he doesn't appreciate me for being on vogue, for taking reasonably "beautiful" shots. For being who I am, this bad kid who fights for a cause, for the survival of the generation of art.

I always see myself as a rebel, at least this ego talking right here. I am lost and tainted, and as an extra of a failure package, being unappreciated. Am I tested or am I really just better off dead?. No, these fingerprints are too rare for now, I have to survive. It's like glitter, It's like shining in a different way.

Speaking of society, no I'm not here for your opinion, tbh. Yes, I cry, I scream, I do give a fuck sometimes, but guess what? I move on and become better. I am better off this way, different. Guess what, haters?

I'M NOT A CREATURE OF YOUR GOVERNMENT, NOR YOUR RELIGION OF HATE, NOR YOUR PREJUDICE, NOR YOUR JUDGEMENT, NOR YOUR BEHAVIOR NOR YOUR BUSINESS, NOT A SINGLE FUCK YOU GIVE ABOUT ME, I AM A CREATURE OF MY OWN ART GOD CREATED, I WAS BORN TO BE VIEWED IN A DIFFERENT VIEW, I AM NOT THE ART OF YOUR OPINION, NOR YOUR IMPRESSION, I EXPRESS, I AM A NATURAL VINE OF MY ART, I AM THE KING AND QUEEN OF MYSELF, BECAUSE I WAS BORN FOR ART AND IT'S ALL THE GLORY THAT I BARE.

Carmen.

A smile is obtainable in the dark days, but doesn't it sound fake? Khaki must be big next season, apart from spearmint. Vintage feelings, they emerge, I remember when I went to a coffee shop near my house. Lace, yes that's how I feel, I feel like, the strings on my heart, they are almost up. They only artistically cope me like the inside of a rose. Like I'm a bee near the end. I'm not gonna waste my life to hurt a person, I'm gonna make my life worth a chance.Since you left me, I cried everyday, I over think and stress out, I am absent for most days since, I don't want to see you carry on. I want to see you come running back to me, but you never ever will. I sound so selfish, but what you did to me it wasn't cool. Nobody's perfect, but I want you to make me feel perfect. Do you even think hanging out with someone's girlfriend is cool?. Do you even think my heart is a glass? My heart is like a wall you tainted, you lied to, and the love letters attached to my mind, they will never ever come away. So I emerge to be Carmen, the Lady of Vanity. The Lady that could save me from this pain. I am strong enough. Just like this coffee lingering in my mind, but you will never ever survive a heartbreak one day. You made me this way.

Claudia and the Love Shades.

 The touch of your hands, they were very near, when I am not with you, everything can remain right even when the world is falling apart. Untouched feelings, they are secretly touched by the blink of your eyes far away. It was a very bright voice, that is what echoes in my mind, your whisper, it felt so dusty like this dress I'm wearing. It's like when you call my name, the whole world stops for a secret second. I keep twirling in this labyrinth where all the ways ahead leads myself to you. Cream colored roses will be hung there, one day I'll hold you down the gigantic cross on the chapel, where wedding bells will ring. We'll play dress up and fall in love all over again. Like mint to cream, like pastel to spring, I will always fit in your missing puzzle piece. We will grow old together, like those lonely days I thought I'll have, they will be replaced. Find me down to wonderland, there we will kiss down the breeze. Technology and Pastel colored. That's how I feel for you. You're like a dream I'm living in, just like a pixie inside of a rose.

 Photographer: Reinhardt Kenneth
Model: Michelle Claudia Ryan
Technician: Reinaldo Kurnia and Belfin Paian
Make-Up Artist: Meta.

BRONZE.

Oh and a bit of an extra, yes, 5th picture on Italian Vogue baby. Umm..this picture was shot very randomly, so my sister just took of her shirt and whipped her hair here there and magic was formed. Like glass to wine, the bronze tone is just perfection. <3 Oh and inspired by GaGa's "Hair" and Del Rey's "Lolita"