Hmm, it may be absurd, but come to think of it. A lot of clothing lines, the sophisticated ones mostly, are portraying great models in their clothes with ‘that’ look. The ‘look’ which I arbitrarily translate to “no, these sophisticated things are mine.” Yet, people still buy those things. And I, then again, arbitrarily conclude that those fashion houses know that ‘potion’ of customers’ crave of stuffs they are told are not belong to them. Or I. And mine. Whaaat?! Lol!
Quoting John Green (2011), people get used to beauty. Or something like that. That’s the main idea. And in this case, I’m one of the people and the beauty is Jogja or Jogjakarta - Yogyakarta if you like.
I’ve been here for 7 years now and before that I usually spent school holidays here. Got to see a lot of places. Got to experience things that only exist in Jogja. But, no camera. Or that much interest in photography - blaming oneself seem to be wisest for stuff like this. And by the time I’ve got nothing to do, having the camera, having the facility to show the photos, like this past few months, I lost my fascination of beauty in Jogja. I’m so used to it, I just passed the streets where people usually gather around and take bunch, if not thousands, of photos.
Then, a journey to another side of the world made me realise that I should make a lot of documentation for moments will never repeat. And for me, the best way to trail back to the moments is by looking at photos. It’s easy when it’s about a night with closest friend, or a day in the beach with friends. But, it gets challenging for a sunset worth frozen in motion as a sunset could be the same in anywhere. So, I should make it a Beautiful Sunset in Jogja, and The Sunset that I Saw That Day.
Going back to the main idea of this long writing, I have to get out of this mind jail that Jogja is boring. And in fact, I’ve kind of got out of it a bit. I push myself to take photos. Even if it’s a popular landmarks where a lot of photos are taken and already running around on the Internet. But, the particular moment would feel different and special as there must be a story that day, like cycling through the town, or beautiful sunset, or a bad traffic jam.
And that’s Jogja. I should try finding the new layer of beauty in Jogja. The normal that fascinates me. I’m trying. For the sake of not missing any moment worth remembering. Still, I’m a believer that some moments are too special they don’t need to be photographed.
Ah, it’s a crappy writing. The main idea is that Jogja is beautiful, it could get boring, but it’s not Jogja’s fault. We, as human - able to think, have to find ways to make it even more fascinating or challenging if you like. And beauty is not always to be captured or crystallised, its sole purpose is, I believe, to be enjoyed. The decision to click the camera button is flexible. Then, I might not even talking about Jogja. Or still. It’s my privilege as the writer. LOL.
From The Daytrotter Recordings, a limited 12” vinyl EP of live covers that Tom recorded for Record Store Day.
Tom’s debut album Long Way Down is available to pre-order now: http://smarturl.it/LongWayDownDigiDLX?IQid=sc
You know my name, not my story. And, it’s better than your expectation 😜.
People are often not thankful of anything “underneath”. I’m one of them.
Devastated. Series of bad luck.
Some people are just asu
Aku mampu mencintaimu. Tapi bukan tanpa syarat.
Sanggupkah kamu? Tetap memelukku erat?
"You’re too scared of everything"
….and the words finally came out of your mouth, just after I let my heart out
you might not hear it breaking apart,
it was louder than the words pouring out afterwards.
not even the three letters predicted.
Menggelitik, oh apakah ini? Seperti akan meledak sekaligus menyatu dan kembali menjadi satu sel untuk akhirnya lenyap. Lenyap ke dalam ruangan tak berdimensi kedap udara yang membuat melayang menjadi memungkinkan. Terus melayang dan hanya melayang tetap melayang tanpa tujuan. Anehnya, teka-teki itu seakan memberi energi untuk terus melayang meski tak bertujuan. Walau begitu, dunia terasa lebih sempurna dari sebelumnya. Kenihilan jawaban atas teka-teki itu justru memberi semacam sensasi kepuasan bagai elemen tambahan dalam Hirarki Maslow. Mungkin ini sugesti dari ketidakberdayaan untuk menghadapi apa yang sudah kuprediksi. Tapi, terkadang, bukankah lebih baik mengandalkan imajinasi dari pada patah hati?
Another batch of Black and White photos! These are my last few moments before leaving the Netherlands. Groningen particularly. It’s been a great journey for me. A lot of things has happened and changed me. Well, at least my way of thinking has changed.
It’s been about 1.5 years since my Ik hou van Groningen post being posted. And, as predicted, “I love Groningen very much!” Haha!
Now, I’m sitting in front of my laptop trying to remember every corner of the city, every joke from the people I met there, the weather and I can really make a long list of this. But, no, I’m not crying or self-pitying or anything, I’m remembering every experience I’ve got there in the best way. You know, I think when you have no regret of everything that has happened to you, you’ll just have no reason to cry or being sad anymore. It’s happened, and it’s what it’s.
Finally, I’ve posted some of these photos on my Instagram account @ariandana93 (self-promotion) but not in black and white. I filtered them into black and white because it’s kind of my obsession and sometimes it feels good to finally see something monochromatic. Ha!
Phew, long post! Thanks for reading (if anyone’s actually reading).
There is still no such thing as “dreaming too high”, isn’t it? No dream is too high…right??
Groningen. I’ve always been interested in photography. And black and white have been my favorite colors for a really long time for their simplicity and neutrality. Some photos have been posted in my Instagram (instagram.com/ariandana93). This post is about Groningen, mostly grote markt (great market), some at academic building, and one at a-straat (lady on the bridge).
I burn it all into smoke. Hoping to be heard by the same wandering folk. It’s a stupid and silly thing. But when the words just cannot come out, it seems to be the only way to burn the feeling out.