Pre Wedding Photo Behind the scene..

The Couple

The Crazy Photographer

The Anything We'll Do Crew

The Sequences

Reading Reminder.

These three books are stuck somewhere in my room, already read almost half of them. But my mood take charge and stuck my brains on other books.

Got to go look and find them in so many piles of very unimportant stuff in my room.

Kerouac Krazy.

What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

****** No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength

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Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, estabilished-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginningless emptiness. Pitiful forms of ignorance.

Walking around the sleepy town

It was a day before the fasting month's over so half of Jakarta towners are heading back to their hometown. The once noisy and hectic city turns quiet and peaceful for a while.

What i love is after i took these photos, the rain is pouring down hard.

Mcdonald's Sunset

This is what i found when i'm out looking for dinner.

How lovely..

though i don't dine there tonight.

Heroines

Sometimes I ask myself how I'd stand up under torture.

You wanna be really great?

Then have the courage to fail big and stick around.

Make them wonder why you're still smiling.

Never take it seriously, you never get hurt.

Never get hurt, you can always have fun.

And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends.

Try at something for once in your life.

Do something about it, but you know what?

You better do it now, and you better do it fast,

because the world doesn't owe you any favors.

It took me nearly a year to get here.

It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all,

it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.

Movie Inspired

Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.

(Little Manhattan)

DASH SNOW

Another young and talented artist died too soon.

For Dash Snow photography becomes a way of engaging with environment and memory. Each snapshot captures a place, time, and emotion, freeze-framing the individual components of everyday experience, mapping out the compilation of an identity. Using a Polaroid camera for its instantaneous results and association as keep-sakes, the familiar format of Snow’s photos replicates the sentiments of his images: cheap, disposable, and plebian mementos become humble evidence of discarded beauty.

Documenting his life through a lens, Snow’s photographs explore personal existence as a periphery to globalised culture. Presenting an unabridged account of his marginalised lifestyle, Snow’s often uncomfortable images paint an intimate portrait where topical issues such as sex, drugs, poverty, and anti-social behaviour are confronted from a frank position of personal participation. Translated through the generic quality of his medium, Snow’s photos convey the disoriented fragments of memory as voyeuristic observation, conceiving the experience of ‘self’ as a bi-product of mass media dissociation.

Picturing the underbelly of contemporary culture, Snow distances his images with cinematic veritas. Graffiti, ironically broken signage, seedy hotel sex romps, and instances of human despair don’t evoke empathy, but rather suggest a poetic affirmation of humanity and against-the-odds survivalism.

from Saatchi Gallery

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I forgot how many times i've read this book.

I laugh, cry and pretty much sobbing while reading this.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

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In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.

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