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.

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.

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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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I've Got Nothing Left To Lose.

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“It’s ok to be afraid” James suddenly said, brushing the back of her hair so softly

“One day, that little baby will make explosions down the streets, see, she was born an artist”. -All The Way To The Halcyon Days 

Hey guys, FREED REVOLUTION 7.0 is now on Tumblr here! , Check out for my latest artworks, designs, outfits, and Photographic Works! Anyways, these series will premiere again with literature as a compilation, I joined a competition earlier with these bunch and lost, and I believe that it's either the judges have no taste in art or it's just that I'm too qualified, like these bunch are the most perfect pieces I've ever made, and they're accusing it to be "there's no clear story behind it". Anyways sorry for the mini chitchat, ENJOY!

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Sneak Peek: All The Way to The Halcyon Days

Miserable-that would be one word which can sum up her whole life right then. She might be wearing Chanel but she is finally an orphan, a rebel in addition. Her art is the thing that speaks through with it, though, as she explore her past all over again. It was the road under the twilight, down the broken motorcycle back in nothing but her Halcyon Days.

As she ride down her memories, she breaks down to the memories she possibly forgot, Haley-is her name, and like the comet, a destruction once struck down her whole life-orphaning her away from the days of Halcyon, the days she believed in, the days which remained peaceful. Because she is no Marilyn Monroe, but she is only a creature of her. She is not a creature of all the signs and the dollar bills-but only she could save her from herself now.

She cracks down the grasp down her throat, because she’s only a New York Girl raised in California. Will she return orphaned to Bel Air, or will she burn down the streets of the state of mind in New York due to her art. Will she shine bright, or will she dim her own light? Will she kiss a new form of honesty out of a distorted lie, or will she die in the truth?.

The Photographic Sense brings you to the tale of Haley’s Halcyon Days, along the way with her-now mystical boyfriend, James Miller on “All The Way to The Halcyon Days” as a part of a compilation of a Creative Writing Project. The cover haven’t been unveiled, but this is an artwork I shot on the same shoot as the cover shooting-which is also featured on PhotoVogue’s Photo Of The Day on the Website’s Front Page on the 20^th of February, 2013. X

Will Halcyon Strike Back? Or Will The Tears of Belladonna Cry Stream Down Again?

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.