karolus naga

06082011

2011-08-07T16:50:00.003+07:00

June to August travel note.

June: Jakarta ... it was a visit to Photo Klenik & sharing my work. it was nice & fun except the rain. went back to Jogjakarta on a train few days after that... some snap in the Old Town & Gambir station.

Surakarta: strolling around. I feel like I am missing something here, since its only 2 hours from Jogjakarta but I have never make any goddamn nice photo taken there. sad ...

first two shots bellow taken in Jogjakarta, the third one is taken from Erwin Sitorus & Novi's wedding - I just met Erwin face to face that day. Nice guy, emerging snapshoter. And Novi, well I must say I just met her but she knows like every goddamn thing about me. In front of her, you just like an open book. there is nothing to hide, nothing so called for your eyes only... shes an astrologist, she can read tarot. She's also a writer, just launched her book 'Lelaki yang membelah bulan" ... nice one.
went to Kutoarjo... kinda like the contrast of the cozy country side up in the hill ...

Kutoarjo ...

Obama & USA have being here for decades

2011-05-21T12:45:00.009+07:00

Indonesian are very moving when Obama said some words in Bahasa (Indonesian language), talking about his favorite street food from his childhood in Indonesia; Sate, Bakso & Rambutan ... but what is all about the visit that Obama made to Indonesia? was it to say that he was here? and why the hell Indonesian got so touchy, weeping and shown those melancholic craziness when Obama said "Pulang Kampung Nih!" ... wake up you maniacs !!!

Thank you for this wonderful welcome. Thank you to the people of Jakarta. And thank you to the people of Indonesia.

I am so glad that I made it to Indonesia, and that Michelle was able to join me. We had a couple of false starts this year, but I was determined to visit a country that has meant so much to me. Unfortunately, it’s a fairly quick visit, but I look forward to coming back a year from now, when Indonesia hosts the East Asia Summit.

Before I go any further, I want to say that our thoughts and prayers are with all of those Indonesians affected by the recent tsunami and volcanic eruptions – particularly those who have lost loved ones, and those who have been displaced. As always, the United States stands with Indonesia in responding to this natural disaster, and we are pleased to be able to help as needed. As neighbors help neighbors and families take in the displaced, I know that the strength and resilience of the Indonesian people will pull you through once more.

Let me begin with a simple statement: Indonesia is a part of me. I first came to this country when my mother married an Indonesian man named Lolo Soetoro. As a young boy, I was coming to a different world. But the people of Indonesia quickly made me feel at home.

Jakarta looked very different in those days. The city was filled with buildings that were no more than a few stories tall. The Hotel Indonesia was one of the few high rises, and there was just one brand new shopping center called Sarinah. Betchaks outnumbered automobiles in those days, and the highway quickly gave way to unpaved roads and kampongs.

We moved to Menteng Dalam, where we lived in a small house with a mango tree out front. I learned to love Indonesia while flying kites, running along paddy fields, catching dragonflies, and buying satay and baso from the street vendors. Most of all, I remember the people – the old men and women who welcomed us with smiles; the children who made a foreigner feel like a neighbor; and the teachers who helped me learn about the wider world.

Because Indonesia is made up of thousands of islands, hundreds of languages, and people from scores of regions and ethnic groups, my times here helped me appreciate the common humanity of all people. And while my stepfather, like most Indonesians, was raised a Muslim, he firmly believed that all religions were worthy of respect. In this way, he reflected the spirit of religious tolerance that is enshrined in Indonesia’s Constitution, and that remains one of this country’s defining and inspiring characteristics.

I stayed here for four years – a time that helped shape my childhood; a time that saw the birth of my wonderful sister, Maya; and a time that made such an impression on my mother that she kept returning to Indonesia over the next twenty years to live, work and travel – pursuing her passion of promoting opportunity in Indonesia’s villages, particularly for women and girls. For her entire life, my mother held this place and its people close to her heart.

So much has changed in the four decades since I boarded a plane to move back to Hawaii. If you asked me – or any of my schoolmates who knew me back then – I don’t think any of us could have anticipated that I would one day come back to Jakarta as President of the United States. And few could have anticipated the remarkable story of Indonesia over these last four decades.

The Jakarta that I once knew has grown to a teeming city of nearly ten million, with skyscrapers that dwarf the Hotel Indonesia, and thriving centers of culture and commerce. While my Indonesian friends and I used to run in fields with water buffalo and goats, a new generation of Indonesians is among the most wired in the world – connected through cell phones and social networks. And while Indonesia as a young nation focused inward, a growing Indonesia now plays a key role in the Asia Pacific and the global economy.

This change extends to politics. When my step-father was a boy, he watched his own father and older brother leave home to fight and die in the struggle for Indonesian independence. I’m happy to be here on Heroes Day to honor the memory of so many Indonesians who have sacrificed on behalf of this great country.

In the years since then, Indonesia has charted its own course through an extraordinary democratic transformation – from the rule of an iron fist to the rule of the people. In recent years, the world has watched with hope and admiration, as Indonesians embraced the peaceful transfer of power and the direct election of leaders. And just as your democracy is symbolized by your elected President and legislature, your democracy is sustained and fortified by its checks and balances: a dynamic civil society; political parties and unions; a vibrant media and engaged citizens who have ensured that – in Indonesia — there will be no turning back.

But even as this land of my youth has changed in so many ways, those things that I learned to love about Indonesia – that spirit of tolerance that is written into your Constitution; symbolized in your mosques and churches and temples; and embodied in your people – still lives on. Bhinneka Tunggal Ika – unity in diversity. This is the foundation of Indonesia’s example to the world, and this is why Indonesia will play such an important role in the 21st century.

So today, I return to Indonesia as a friend, but also as a President who seeks a deep and enduring partnership between our two countries. Because as vast and diverse countries; as neighbors on either side of the Pacific; and above all as democracies – the United States and Indonesia are bound together by shared interests and shared values.

Yesterday, President Yudhoyono and I announced a new, Comprehensive Partnership between the United States and Indonesia. We are increasing ties between our governments in many different areas, and – just as importantly – we are increasing ties among our people. This is a partnership of equals, grounded in mutual interests and mutual respect.

With the rest of my time today, I’d like to talk about why the story I just told – the story of Indonesia since the days when I lived here – is so important to the United States, and to the world. I will focus on three areas that are closely related, and fundamental to human progress – development, democracy, and religion.

First, the friendship between the United States and Indonesia can advance our mutual interest in development.

When I moved to Indonesia, it would have been hard to imagine a future in which the prosperity of families in Chicago and Jakarta would be connected. But our economies are now global, and Indonesians have experienced both the promise and perils of globalization: from the shock of the Asian financial crisis in the 1990s to the millions lifted out of poverty. What that means – and what we learned in the recent economic crisis – is that we have a stake in each other’s success.

America has a stake in an Indonesia that is growing, with prosperity that is broadly shared among the Indonesian people – because a rising middle class here means new markets for our goods, just as America is a market for yours. And so we are investing more in Indonesia, our exports have grown by nearly 50 percent, and we are opening doors for Americans and Indonesians to do business with one another.

America has a stake in an Indonesia that plays its rightful role in shaping the global economy. Gone are the days when seven or eight countries could come together to determine the direction of global markets. That is why the G-20 is now the center of international economic cooperation, so that emerging economies like Indonesia have a greater voice and bear greater responsibility. And through its leadership of the G-20’s anti-corruption group, Indonesia should lead on the world stage and by example in embracing transparency and accountability.

Above all, America has a stake in the success of the Indonesian people. Underneath the headlines of the day, we must build bridges between our peoples, because our future security and prosperity is shared. That is exactly what we are doing – by increased collaboration among our scientists and researchers, and by working together to foster entrepreneurship. And I am especially pleased that we have committed to double the number of American and Indonesian students studying in our respective countries – we want more Indonesian students in our schools, and more American students to come study in this country, so that we can forge new ties that last well into this young century.

These are the issues that really matter in our daily lives. Development, after all, is not simply about growth rates and numbers on a balance sheet. It’s about whether a child can learn the skills they need to make it in a changing world. It’s about whether a good idea is allowed to grow into a business, and not be suffocated by corruption. It’s about whether those forces that have transformed the Jakarta that I once knew –technology and trade and the flow of people and goods – translate into a better life for human beings, a life marked by dignity and opportunity.

This kind of development is inseparable from the role of democracy.

Today, we sometimes hear that democracy stands in the way of economic progress. This is not a new argument. Particularly in times of change and economic uncertainty, some will say that it is easier to take a shortcut to development by trading away the rights of human beings for the power of the state. But that is not what I saw on my trip to India, and that is not what I see in Indonesia. Your achievements demonstrate that democracy and development reinforce one another.

Like any democracy, you have known setbacks along the way. America is no different. Our own Constitution spoke of the effort to forge a “more perfect union,” and that is a journey we have travelled ever since, enduring Civil War and struggles to extend rights to all of our citizens. But it is precisely this effort that has allowed us to become stronger and more prosperous, while also becoming a more just and free society.

Like other countries that emerged from colonial rule in the last century, Indonesia struggled and sacrificed for the right to determine your destiny. That is what Heroes Day is all about – an Indonesia that belongs to Indonesians. But you also ultimately decided that freedom cannot mean replacing the strong hand of a colonizer with a strongman of your own.

Of course, democracy is messy. Not everyone likes the results of every election. You go through ups and downs. But the journey is worthwhile, and it goes beyond casting a ballot. It takes strong institutions to check the concentration of power. It takes open markets that allow individuals to thrive. It takes a free press and an independent justice system to root out abuse and excess, and to insist upon accountability. It takes open society and active citizens to reject inequality and injustice.

These are the forces that will propel Indonesia forward. And it will require a refusal to tolerate the corruption that stands in the way of opportunity; a commitment to transparency that gives every Indonesian a stake in their government; and a belief that the freedom that Indonesians have fought for is what holds this great nation together.

That is the message of the Indonesians who have advanced this democratic story – from those who fought in the Battle of Surabaya 55 years ago today; to the students who marched peacefully for democracy in the 1990s, to leaders who have embraced the peaceful transition of power in this young century. Because ultimately, it will be the rights of citizens that will stitch together this remarkable Nusantara that stretches from Sabang to Merauke – an insistence that every child born in this country should be treated equally, whether they come from Java or Aceh; Bali or Papua.

That effort extends to the example that Indonesia sets abroad. Indonesia took the initiative to establish the Bali Democracy Forum, an open forum for countries to share their experiences and best practices in fostering democracy. Indonesia has also been at the forefront of pushing for more attention to human rights within ASEAN. The nations of Southeast Asia must have the right to determine their own destiny, and the United States will strongly support that right. But the people of Southeast Asia must have the right to determine their own destiny as well. That is why we condemned elections in Burma that were neither free nor fair. That is why we are supporting your vibrant civil society in working with counterparts across this region. Because there is no reason why respect for human rights should stop at the border of any country.

Hand in hand, that is what development and democracy are about – the notion that certain values are universal. Prosperity without freedom is just another form of poverty. Because there are aspirations that human beings share – the liberty of knowing that your leader is accountable to you, and that you won’t be locked up for disagreeing with them; the opportunity to get an education and to work with dignity; the freedom to practice your faith without fear or restriction.

Religion is the final topic that I want to address today, and – like democracy and development – it is fundamental to the Indonesian story.

Like the other Asian nations that I am visiting on this trip, Indonesia is steeped in spirituality – a place where people worship God in many different ways. Along with this rich diversity, it is also home to the world’s largest Muslim population – a truth that I came to know as a boy when I heard the call to prayer across Jakarta.

Just as individuals are not defined solely by their faith, Indonesia is defined by more than its Muslim population. But we also know that relations between the United States and Muslim communities have frayed over many years. As President, I have made it a priority to begin to repair these relations. As a part of that effort, I went to Cairo last June, and called for a new beginning between the United States and Muslims around the world – one that creates a path for us to move beyond our differences.

I said then, and I will repeat now, that no single speech can eradicate years of mistrust. But I believed then, and I believe today, that we have a choice. We can choose to be defined by our differences, and give in to a future of suspicion and mistrust. Or we can choose to do the hard work of forging common ground, and commit ourselves to the steady pursuit of progress. And I can promise you – no matter what setbacks may come, the United States is committed to human progress. That is who we are. That is what we have done. That is what we will do.

We know well the issues that have caused tensions for many years – issues that I addressed in Cairo. In the 17 months that have passed we have made some progress, but much more work remains to be done.

Innocent civilians in America, Indonesia, and across the world are still targeted by violent extremists. I have made it clear that America is not, and never will be, at war with Islam. Instead, all of us must defeat al Qaeda and its affiliates, who have no claim to be leaders of any religion – certainly not a great, world religion like Islam. But those who want to build must not cede ground to terrorists who seek to destroy. This is not a task for America alone. Indeed, here in Indonesia, you have made progress in rooting out terrorists and combating violent extremism.

In Afghanistan, we continue to work with a coalition of nations to build the capacity of the Afghan government to secure its future. Our shared interest is in building peace in a war-torn land – a peace that provides no safe-haven for violent extremists, and that provides hope for the Afghan people.

Meanwhile, we have made progress on one of our core commitments – our effort to end the war in Iraq. 100,000 American troops have left Iraq. Iraqis have taken full responsibility for their security. And we will continue to support Iraq as it forms an inclusive government and we bring all of our troops home.

In the Middle East, we have faced false starts and setbacks, but we have been persistent in our pursuit of peace. Israelis and Palestinians restarted direct talks, but enormous obstacles remain. There should be no illusions that peace and security will come easy. But let there be no doubt: we will spare no effort in working for the outcome that is just, and that is in the interest of all the parties involved: two states, Israel and Palestine, living side by side in peace and security.

The stakes are high in resolving these issues, and the others I have spoken about today. For our world has grown smaller and while those forces that connect us have unleashed opportunity, they also empower those who seek to derail progress. One bomb in a marketplace can obliterate the bustle of daily commerce. One whispered rumor can obscure the truth, and set off violence between communities that once lived in peace. In an age of rapid change and colliding cultures, what we share as human beings can be lost.

But I believe that the history of both America and Indonesia gives us hope. It’s a story written into our national mottos. E pluribus unum – out of many, one. Bhinneka Tunggal Ika – unity in diversity. We are two nations, which have travelled different paths. Yet our nations show that hundreds of millions who hold different beliefs can be united in freedom under one flag. And we are now building on that shared humanity – through the young people who will study in each other’s schools; through the entrepreneurs forging ties that can lead to prosperity; and through our embrace of fundamental democratic values and human aspirations..

Earlier today, I visited the Istiqlal mosque – a place of worship that was still under construction when I lived in Jakarta. I admired its soaring minaret, imposing dome, and welcoming space. But its name and history also speak to what makes Indonesia great. Istiqlal means independence, and its construction was in part a testament to the nation’s struggle for freedom. Moreover, this house of worship for many thousands of Muslims was designed by a Christian architect.

Such is Indonesia’s spirit. Such is the message of Indonesia’s inclusive philosophy, Pancasila. Across an archipelago that contains some of God’s most beautiful creations, islands rising above an ocean named for peace, people choose to worship God as they please. Islam flourishes, but so do other faiths. Development is strengthened by an emerging democracy. Ancient traditions endure, even as a rising power is on the move.

That is not to say that Indonesia is without imperfections. No country is. But here can be found the ability to bridge divides of race and region and religion – that ability to see yourself in all individuals. As a child of a different race coming from a distant country, I found this spirit in the greeting that I received upon moving here: Selamat Datang. As a Christian visiting a mosque on this visit, I found it in the words of a leader who was asked about my visit and said, “Muslims are also allowed in churches. We are all God’s followers.”

That spark of the divine lies within each of us. We cannot give in to doubt or cynicism or despair. The stories of Indonesia and America tell us that history is on the side of human progress; that unity is more powerful than division; and that the people of this world can live together in peace. May our two nations work together, with faith and determination, to share these truths with all mankind.

jog-ja-karta

2011-03-30T04:58:00.002+07:00

from jogjakarta to jakarta and then back to jogjakarta by the end of March 2011 ...

Jakarta, March 2011.

Though I have been to Jakarta for many times, it doesn't make me love this city. Jakarta is full of shit! For some of people, Jakarta might be home, but for me Jakarta is just a hell of dump site.

Back to Jogjakarta - the paradise. If you have read Dante's Devina Comedia - my experience from this travel was like jumpping from inferno to paradiso. I think the government of Jakarta should put the words "lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" at each access point gate of Jakarta ...

William Eggleston's Guide

2011-03-08T01:19:00.002+07:00

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Sekaten2011

2011-03-02T01:35:00.002+07:00

Sekaten kembali digelar di Alun-Alun Utara Keraton Yogyakarta, sebulan penuh. Dan seperti yang sudah-sudah, pasar rakyat yang digelar setiap tahunya ini tetap meriah, ramai dengan pengunjung, wisatawan hingga pakaian bekas "awul-awul" yang dijual disana. Hampir tiap tahun saya datang dan memotret, sekedar mendokumentasikan kemeriahan pasar rakyat. Dan saya sampai pada titik jenuh ketika melihat kembali foto-foto saya yang sudah sudah pada event yang sama, membosankan. Tidak ada yang baru. dan saya cukup yakin foto-foto para turis yang mondar-mandir disana selama hampir sebulan pasti sama juga. itu itu saja, tidak ada gregetnya, atau apalah yang dibahasakan sebagai punctum - yang membuat saya melihat lebih lama pada frame-frame yang sudah dihasilkan. Dan kecenderungan ini saya temukan juga pada galeri-galeri yang berlabel street photography. Jarang sekali menemukan foto yang bisa dijadikan inspirasi, atau sekedar menghabiskan 3 menit untuk satu frame. Well saya pernah membutuhkan 10 menit untuk satu frame foto hanya karena koneksi internet. Anyway, balik lagi ke soal sekaten, saya mempelajari bahwa jika seandainya saya tidak memfokuskan pada satu tema dan seperti yang tahun-tahun yang sudah lalu asal memotret apa saja yang ada, bereaksi pada apa yang terjadi dan bla bla bla omong kosong itu ... jelas saya akan mati bosan di depan layar monitor. garbage in garbage out. Dan saya memaksa diri, untuk menyiapkan tema besar apa yang akan dipotret disana, membangun thematic scene dari sekumpulan kemungkinan yang bisa diangkat pada Sekaten. Saya memutuskan untuk memotret keluarga, dan saya fokuskan pada anak-anak. Karena Sekaten adalah pasar rakyat, juga berarti hiburan bagi keluarga dan adalah surga bagi anak-anak kelas menengah bawah yogyakarta. Disana terdapat semua jenis wahana yang harga ticketnya bisa dijangkau oleh bapak ibunya... Saya memutuskan untuk mencari sesuatu yang lebih dari sekedar foto wajah ceria nan manis anak-anak seperti kebanyakan foto WHO atau UNICEF ... saya mencari sesuatu yang unik baik gesture atau fashion misalnya ... dan ini yang saya dapatkan, semoga sekaten tahun depan saya bisa melengkapinya dengan lebih banyak foto serupa ...

resiZe

2011-02-14T17:31:00.005+07:00

backUP

2011-02-14T15:15:00.006+07:00

Back Up: Verb: [ trans. ] give financial, material, or moral support to ...

beberapa bulan lalu, tepatnya september 2010 HDD Maxtor saya gosong, bersamaan dengan hangusnya semua perangkat hard drive di CPU - musibah. dan yang lebih kacau lagi adalah saya tidak pernah melakukan apa yang seharusnya dilakukan oleh orang yang bekerja dengan data digital yaitu BACK UP. Selama ini saya menganggap akan baik-baik saja dan saya salah, semua data yang ada didalam HDD pada saat itu boleh saya bilang lenyap. File tulisan dan foto, music kesukaan serta beberapa video lenyap ... saya seperti orang yang baru saja menggadaikan semua harta di meja judi pada kurawa ... seorang teman menyarankan sebuah tempat yang bisa mengembalikan data dengan rekomendasi tinggi... walau harus menunggu lebih dari 5 bulan hasilnya cukup memuaskan ... saya tidak terlalu kawatir dengan file foto hasil scan negatif namun yang saya kawatirkan adalah file dari kamera digital, dan tentu saja beberapa tulisan serta video referensi ... lama penantian akhirnya membuahan hasil walau harus mengeluarkan sejumlah uang yang tidak sedikit ... hampir semua file foto digital bisa diselamatkan. beberapa dari file2 tersebut adalah favorit pribadi, yang tidak mungkin bisa didapat lagi walau harus memotret ulang ... kegiatan saya selama menanti file2 tersebut diselamatakan hanya berputus asa, meratapi kebodohan. bahkan beberapa file - unpublished material, bagian dari long term project, beberapa stock foto yang bisa ditawarkan untuk travel mag, lebih parah lagi file foto personal ala Antoine + Araki yang cukup sentimentil ... belum lagi sejumlah file tulisan yang sedang disusun. sontak mood saya hilang untuk beberapa waktu, untungnya saya punya teman2 di Cephas yang bisa diajak bercanda sekedar tidak memikirkan musibah atas kebodohan diri sendiri. dari sekitar 450GB file yang ada - hanya 75%nya yang diselamatkan (2007 akhir - 2010) - kebanyakan adalah jpeg hasil neg scann - saya kehilangan sejumlah besar file RAW dari kamera digital yang berbeda. sukurlah file dari Angkor Photo Workshop dapat diselamatkan. you were right Sophie, shit happens !!!...

so saya harap kebodohan saya ini menjadi pelajaran bagi saudara sekalian, segera back up semua data anda, sebelum sesuatu yang buruk terjadi dengan sistem dan perangkat keras anda ... beberapa hari terakhir sibuk menyusun semua file satu persatu kedalam foldernya karena memang susunan file dari tempat servis adalah random, membakarnya dalam DVD dan melakukan retouch - memilah lagi, menyusun lagi dan membakar DVD lagi .... melelahkan ...

ini beberapa file yang berhasil diselamatkan dan alasan kenapa saya sangat bahagia mereka bisa diselamatkan:

casual street photo: boleh dibilang frame ini membosankan, permainan garis dan juxtapositions - tapi saya tidak akan pernah bisa dapat frame seperti ini. dan ada banyak file street photo yang belum diapa-apakan di dalam HDD gosong. Selain itu ini adalah foto yang saya anggap paling pas buat headline postingan ini, Back Up.

casual spot news photo: ada berpuluh-puluh frame dengan style spot news photo didalamnya. beberapa diantaranya pernah diterbitkan oleh beberapa media dalam dan luar negeri. dan satu hal yang pasti saya tidak punya filenya walau hanya untuk sekedar dipajang di tearsheet - cv atau resume.

casual fashion photo: fashion photography memang bukan bidang saya, namun menyimpan foto gadis manis bertubuh mannequin dan menghubungkanya dengan beberapa foto tentang perempuan adalah satu hal yang bisa dipikirkan dalam essay perempuan tadi. part of Mannequin World project

casual stage photo: ini adalah satu satunya foto yang terselamatkan dari sekitar 2 GB foto di pertunjukan yang sama ... mengecewakan, tidak terlalu suka dengan hasilnya tapi setidaknya bisa diselamatkan ... dan sama halnya dengan foto Delia dari écoutes (foto bawah) - sangat disayangkan.

saya tidak akan bisa mendapat mood yang sama, expresi yang sama dari Delia walau saya mengikuti semua konsernya "dia begitu menikmati musik saat itu, soulfully float. shes just too hot and toast my hard drive away" _ KN - Valentine Day 2011.

KL-Malaysia

2011-02-13T05:49:00.001+07:00

Singapore: calling you

2011-01-25T18:51:00.002+07:00

darling, you were right: long distance relationship never works ... sigh!

Singapore an LDR

2010-12-29T08:47:00.003+07:00

Back2Blue

2010-12-23T04:36:00.005+07:00

"'hari ini aku sendirian dan memutuskan pergi ke Senggigi. Dalam kesendirianku aku disapa pasir-pasir di pantai Senggigi. Butirannya sebesar merica, berbisik padaku menanyakan keberadaan mu :) Aku bilang: jangankan kamu jauh disini, aku yang dekat sepulau aja ga tau dia dimana. Tapi aku yakin dia akan baik-baik saja. Baik-baik dengan kekasih sejatinya, kesendirianya'

Back to Blue*

Pada suatu ketika ... hmmm bukankah ini agak membosankan memulai sebuah cerita dengan kalimat 'pada suatu ketika, dijaman dulu kala dll ... sejujurnya membosankan. saya akan meneruskan bagaimanapun juga ... ehem, pada suatu ketika seorang pemuda duduk sendiri memandang lautan. sorot matanya menyiratkan isi kepalanya yang bergemuruh laksana ombak yang disaksikanya. tanganya terkulai lemas, jemarinya terbenam kedalam pasir pantai selatan yang butiranya sebesar merica ... tidak ada pemandangan paling menyedihkan di dunia ini kecuali, seorang pria duduk sendiri, memandang kosong ke arah lautan dan melupakan kalau dia bertelanjang dada... angin pantai sangat kejam, apalagi di saat senja... si pemuda masih terus duduk, namun kali ini dia memilih sebongkah batu besar tak jauh dari situ sebagai alas duduk. bersila dan memejamkan matanya ... aku butuh bimbinganmu __ bisiknya. Seorang perempuan dengan segenap keanggunannya menghampiri, menawarkan bantuan dan menawarkan dirinya, sepenuhnya.

Siapa sangka kisah ini adalah kisah yang akan terus menerus dikisahkan dari generasi ke generasi. Parang Kusuma - adalah titik awal dimana kisah keagungan sebuah kerajaan yang hingga kini masih berdiri - dimulai. Kerajaan Mataram, atau yang kini kita kenal sebagai Ngayogyokarto Hardiningrat - Jogja yang istimewa.

Agustus 2010, tanggal 6: seandainya tidak hujan

sore Itu langit jakarta seperti biasanya tidak pernah cerah, mendung lalu gerimis perlahan turun. dua gelas kopi tubruk sudah masuk melewati tenggorokan, namun belum juga mampu mengusir kantuk. AC ruangan memperburuk suasana, saya memutuskan untuk keluar sebentar dan merokok. gerimis mengintip di balik awan hitam, memperhatikan dengan mata sendunya. dalam, sangat dalam. dan hujanpun turun sejak saat itu. oh ya tentu saja hujan selalu sama dimanapun di sudut jakarta, tapi hujan yang satu ini... hujan yang lain dari biasanya. hujan kali ini adalah hujan yang membawa perasaan rindu pada rumah di tiap tetesnya. ada aroma mawar, rumput basah dan tentu saja kopi yang ada di meja. rumah ... seandainya tidak hujan, bayangan tentang rumah tidak akan pernah ada.

kembali ke dalam ruangan yang penuh omong kosong normatif tentang ini dan itu, dimana semua orang adalah orang yang membosankan termasuk saya. saya lebih membosankan dari biasanya, lebih dari semua yang hadir. dan jauh disana hujan membawa pesan ... you will be-coming home! ... dan aku sudah rindu Jogja sejak kereta itu meraung ...

Oktober 2010, tanggal 26: 'melarikan diri'

gerimis belum mau pergi, saya masih terjebak di jantung ibukota negeri Jiran, negeri para pelarian. melayu dalam bahasa Jawa. saya melihat flash news di layar televisi warung kopi 'merapi meletus'...

Beberapa ratus tahun yang lalu, Merapi memaksa ribuan warga Mataram untuk melakukan eksodus ke daerah Jawa Timur, untuk waktu yang singkat. Ibukota dipindahkan lengkap dengan harta bendanya. Saya teringat akan Veseveus yang menghapus Pompei dari sejarah, hati saya berbisik pada siapapun yang kuasa; jangan sampai Merapi melakukan hal yang sama kali ini, jangan pula Merapi menjelma menjadi Veseveus atau Krakatau. Terlalu banyak hal hal kecil yang 'istimewa' disana. terlalu banyak hal yang siapapun tidak berhak untuk merenggutnya dari warga Mataram, Yogyakarta yang istimewa. saya pun segera beranjak pulang ke jogja, dan seperti yang diberitakan letusan kali ini cukup mengerikan ... bahkan memakan korban yang cukup banyak, salah satunya adalah Mbah Maridjan, orang yang saya kenal sejak 2003 lalu. pergilah dengan damai Mbah ... suatu saat kita akan minum teh bersama lagi :)

yah bersama lagi adalah hal yang boleh jadi paling membosankan untuk diucapkan. Suatu saat kita bertemu lagi ... lebih banyak tidak terpenuhi ketimbang terjadi seperti yang diharapkan. Kecuali, beratus tahun sejak Sutawijaya duduk menghadap pantai selatan jawa, anak cucunya yang diberi gelar HB IX - bertemu dan duduk mungkin, untuk minum teh bersama dengan seorang pemuda yang, kebetulan atau tidak, suka melarikan diri ke pinggir pantai. melihat lautan. Pemuda yang merasa bagai 'elang yang dipotong sayapnya' yang dalam pelarianya merumuskan apa yang kita kenal sebagai Pancasila. Jogja juga pernah menjadi pusat dari sebuah negeri yang diperjuangkan oleh 'sang elang'. Bahkan atas jasanya, gelar Daerah Istimewa diberikan pada Jogja, setelah bergabung dengan NKRI, negeri yang diperjuangkan oleh 'sang elang' dengan orang-orang hebat lainya pada masa itu ...

Mungkin sebagian dari anda pernah mengunjungi Jogja, menikmati atmosfir keramahanya, merasakan gairah mistis di setiap gestur tubuh renta para abdinya, meneguk teh manis yang semanis penghuni pasar kembang. terbang ke dimensi lain dalam lantunan gending bermuatan puja puji pada yang kuasa. atau mungkin juga Jogja membawa kenangan buruk termanis yang sulit untuk dilupakan ... darah, amarah, benci, cinta, kasih, sepi, galau, gagal, asmara dan sebagainya ... kota ini dibangun atas ikatan suci anatara seorang pemuda dengan seorang perempuan lengkap dengan kerajaan halusnya. kota ini pernah mengalami pertarungan hebat dengan alam dan manusia. Diporakporandakan, dicerca, dihina dan diabaikan ... namun satu hal yang pasti, kota ini dibangun oleh manusia-manusia yang spesial ...

*Are you really want to leaving to Jogja this noon? coz you know what, my color is back to blue...

untuk paduka

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v=s/t SINGAPORE

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espresso

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Caffè espresso, or just espresso is a concentrated coffee beverage brewed by forcing hot water under pressure through finely ground coffee (wikipedia).

hal yang paling indah dalam hidup adalah; bisa menikmati kopi pahit setiap saat, espresso khusunya. Rasa pahitnya memiliki sensasi luar biasa, khususnya bagi yang suka dengan post-kolonialisme - mengingatkan akan pahitnya hidup dijajah dan hidup dalam penjara - eit ini udah mulai ngawur nulisnya ... ngopi dulu ah sebelom develop film dan motret.

ps: jangan bawa kopi ke dalam ruang gelap atau ketukar dengan gelas ukur berisi restainer dsb ... bahaya. perut mulas dan bisa bisa tewas ...

thanks to: Dinna Oetomo atas magic tool satu ini ;)

ps: klik pada gambar untuk pindah ke gambar berikutnya - click on image for next images

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INVITATION: Slideshow Cephas Photo Forum

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Cephas Photo Forum 2010

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KAMI MENGUNDANG FOTOGRAFER MUDA YOGYAKARTA & SEKITARNYA

UNTUK MENGIKUTI WORKSHOP DOCUMENTARY PHOTOGRAPHY DALAM

RANGKAIAN ACARA BULAN FOTO LEMBAGA INDONESIA PERANCIS -

CCF YOGYAKARTA YANG BEKERJA SAMA DENGAN CEPHAS PHOTO FORUM

Cephas Photo Forum Workshop 2010 mengundang Anda untuk berpartisipasi. Workshop diadakan di Yogyakarta dan terbuka untuk fotografer Indonesia yang berusia tidak lebih dari 28 tahun (lahir setelah Oktober 1982). Peserta diharuskan telah menguasai pengetahuan dan teknik dasar fotografi.

Kami akan memilih 14 peserta yang akan dibimbing oleh 2 fotografer profesional selama sepekan penuh. Workshop dirancang berbasis pada penugasan yang diberikan kepada peserta, dengan tutor berperan sebagai mentor sekaligus editor.

Tanggal. Workshop berlangsung Senin–Sabtu, 22–27 November 2010 di L.I.P. Yogyakarta. Semua partisipan diundang menghadiri malam penyambutan Minggu, 21 November 2010. Slideshow foto hasil workshop akan ditayangkan pada malam penutupan Bulan Foto, Sabtu, 27 November 2010.

Tutor. Tutor selama workshop adalah Ng Swan Ti (Malang/Jakarta) dan Roy Rubianto (Jakarta), keduanya fotografer lepas yang bergerak di bidang fotografi dokumenter.

Pendaftaran. Workshop terbuka untuk fotografer Indonesia di mana pun berada. Peserta dari luar Yogyakarta silakan mengurus akomodasi dan transportasi sendiri selama mengikuti workshop (panitia dapat memberikan saran dan konsultasi seputar akomodasi dan transportasi di Yogyakarta, bila diperlukan).

Pendaftaran terbuka 16 September — 10 November 2010.

Peserta harus membawa kamera SLR digital dan laptop sendiri, menguasai program editing (seperti Bridge, iView, Photo Mechanic, atau Aperture) dan memiliki pengetahuan dasar Photoshop.

Peserta diminta mengirim daftar riwayat hidup lengkap dalam format .doc, .pdf, atau .pages. Lengkapi dengan foto diri (JPEG maksimal 800 piksel). Kirim juga portofolio 20 foto JPEG, sisi terpanjang 1600 piksel, kompresi 8–10. Portofolio dapat berupa foto-foto tunggal, kisah foto, atau kombinasi keduanya; selama jumlahnya 20 foto. Setiap foto dilengkapi teks keterangan (caption) di file terpisah.

Penamaan semua file HARUS menggunakan aturan: Namadepan_Namabelakang diikuti _Riwayat untuk riwayat hidup; _Profil untuk foto diri; nomor urut dua angka _01–_20 untuk foto portofolio; _Caption untuk teks keterangan foto; dan _Foto untuk folder berisi foto portofolio. Semua dimasukkan ke dalam file ZIP dan dikirim sebagai attachment ke cephasphotoforum@gmail.com.

Contoh:

Kassian_Cephas_Foto untuk folder portofolio;

Kassian_Cephas_01.jpg untuk foto portofolio;

Kassian_Cephas_Caption.doc untuk keterangan foto;

Kassian_Cephas_Riwayat.doc untuk daftar riwayat hidup;

Kassian_Cephas_Profil.jpg untuk foto diri;

Kassian_Cephas.zip untuk file ZIP.

Peserta yang terpilih akan diumumkan di cephasphotoforum.wordpress.com sepekan sebelum workshop. Peserta terpilih diminta membayar biaya administrasi workshop sebesar Rp 100.000 dan mengisi surat kesanggupan.

Untuk informasi lebih lanjut, hubungi cephasphotoforum@gmail.com.

Indonesian Youth Media Forum

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Mei 2010, workshop IYMF - Indonesian Media Forum yang diselenggarakan oleh Yayasan Kampung Halaman Yogyakarta.

Profil pic standar facebook lah ...
1. Akmal - Aceh
2. Denny - Garut
3. Ateng - Pontianak
4. Ade - Medan
5. Lusi - Wakatobi
6. Friska - Solo
7. Kikie - Jakarta
8. Mando - Jakarta
9. Imran - Makasar
10. Ken - Jakarta
11. Pak Edi - difisi logistik, transportasi dan keamanan dari Perdikan Yogyakarta ... oh ya Pak Edi bukan peserta, ini untuk 'youth' kalo Pak Edi udah ga youth lagi bahkan 10 tahun yang lalu ... :P hehehe piss becanda oom

Panitia kecapean - acaranya sukses, malam penutupan ada gelar karya dan termasuk foto2 saya dipamerkan disana.

CEPHAS

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09 Juni 2010, saya dan tujuh anak jogja lainnya (Wid, Aul, Ifan, Fauzan, Mike, Oscar, Budi) membentuk CEPHAS Photo Forum. Sebuah ruang sharing dan diskusi fotografi oleh dan bagi penggiat fotografi di Jogjakarta.
Berlokasi di Angkringan Yayasan Umar Kayam, CEPHAS akan mengagendakan pelaksanaan sharing dan diskusi tiap 2 minggu, dan siapa saja bisa mempresentasikan karyanya.

Pertemuan pertama, sekaligus launching CEPHAS diisi dengan sharing oleh Budi - yang memotret kelompok seni Ketoprak Tobong (on going project). Peserta yang datang hampir 50 orang lebih dan diskusi berjalan sangat baik. Kami sangat senang dengan awal yang baik ini.

CEPHAS akan memfasilitasi teman2 yang ingin sharing, semoga dari sana banyak pelajaran yang bisa kita bagi dan terima, lebih dari itu kita bisa lebih akrab dan bisa menadi satu keluarga besar fotografi jogjakarta.

CEPHAS PHOTO FORUM YOGYAKARTA

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e-mail: cephasphotoforum@gmail.com

Surakarta/290410

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Ifan asked me to join him, Nico and Eko to shoot the World Dance Day and 'cembengan' at Surakarta. I hop in to the empty seat and all, we were talking about lots of stuff in the way to Surakarta. When we get there, the place and the stage was awfull except the dancers and their costume, which it depressed me. I wasnt going to shoot the dance, since I am not so keen to these kind of shoot anyway. So as usual, I went to the crowd and melt down with the spectators. I kinda like the color, and the lights thoough it was in the midle of the day. We spent 12 hours there, to tell the truth. We went to a sugar factory, which has been closed for years for the 'cembengan', the ritual before the grinding stuff begin. It was great, reminds me to Sugar Cane Blues story and the fact is I met the maker of that story in that place. anyway, the factory a bit spooky for its old machine and smeels, the ritual itself a bit spooky. they put the offerings near the main grind which are seven of them. and the most exciting part to me is, the offerings are 7 heads of buffalo, damn can you imagine how much their price these days. sure the whole village can have marvelous supper with that 7 sorry buffalo. I shoot few sceene, not much. not intrerested me much, cept the heads of the 7 sorry buffalo. darn I wish we get ther earlier to the moment when they being beheaded. that will make a great strong bloody pics for a travel magazine, who knows. I just didnt wanted to shoot the goddam head under the machine, its depressed ...
anyway, the all 12 hours in surakarta with 3 goddam photog was fun ...

citrakostha

2010-04-13T02:33:00.002+07:00

www.citrakostha.blogspot.com

sebuah galeri baru bagi fotodokumenter anak nusantara. Ide pembentukan galeri maya ini berawal dari obrolan angkringan antara saya dan lsd, yang terinspirasi dari banyaknya galeri serupa yang dibangun oleh orang luar negeri. Kenapa ga dibikin aja untuk dalam negeri, knapa nggak?? tidak ada kurasi dan batasan jumlah foto dan panjang tulisan, namun copyright masih dimiliki oleh kontributor. kami berdua berpikir bahwa, sedikit sekali tempat yang sifatnya kolektif untuk memajang karya dokumenter hasil karya anak nusantara. kebanyakan galeri pribadi, dan bagi yang hints nya lebih dari 1000 sebulan punya peluang untuk dilihat seisi bumi, atau minimal dari sabang sampai merauke.
maka, kami berdua memutuskan memulai dengan hal-hal yang personal, long term project serius dan bahkan yang asal2an ... setidaknya ada alternatif untuk sekedar dilihat atau dicaci maki.

saya berharap rekan2 yang membaca postingan ini untuk bersedia menyumbangkan karyanya ...

ps: cita2 saya menempelkan dot org di akhir kata citrakostha. semoga cepat terlaksana ... cheers all !

Karolus Naga - tukang upload citrakostha

barthes banget!

2010-03-26T03:26:00.004+07:00

I love you is in my head, but I imprison it behind my lips. I do not divulge. I say silently to who is no longer or is not yet the other: I keep myself from loving you __ a lovers discourse, Roland Barthes.

Old Market, Cambodia 2009

Beberapa bulan yang lalu saya dikirimkan sebuah hadiah yang sangat mengejutkan, oleh dua sebab. Pertama sang pengirim, sepasang suami isteri yang saya kagumi. dan lebih lagi kedua, hadiah yang mereka kirimkan, jauh dari negeri tempat pernah hidup orang-orang besar seperti Naopelon, Bresson dan Barthes. nama yang terakhir ini ada kaitannya dengan hadiah yang saya terima, sebuah buku karya Roland Barthes, sebuah novel berjudul 'A Lovers Discourse'. Tidak perlu saya katakan betapa saya menyukai Barthes, bahkan blog ini bernama the author is dead. barthes banget! (sebagian mengira ini diadopsi dari eksistensialist Friedrich Nietzsche dengan - sayangnya hanya dimengerti lewat sepenggal kalimatnya - God is dead).

Novel ini, a lovers discourse, sudah sangat lama ingin saya miliki. Namun belum sekalipun punya kesempatan untuk bertemu ditoko buku dalam negeri. Saya pikir hanya beberapa karya Barthes yang ada di rak-rak toko buku indonesia, namun kebanyakan adalah tulisaan risalah atas pemikirannya. Saya sudah memiliki buku-buku lain seperti element of semiology, camera lucida, sarasin, mitologi dan beberapa judul lainya namun buku yang satu ini sangat saya idam-idamkan untuk dimilik karena dari review yang saya baca secara on line, tema besar novel ini adalah (diskursus) mengenai cinta. hanya pada seorang saya menceriterakan tentang obsesi saya untuk memliki buku ini dan membacanya beratus2 kali walau sama sekali tidak ada satupun yang masuk dalam pemahaman saya (seperti buku Barthes yang lainnya :P). entah bagaimana caranya, tiba-tiba saja paket yang saya terima dengan alamat pengirim dari perancis membuat hati saya girang bukan kepalang. terima kasih rasanya tak cukup untuk kalian ...

a lovers discourse; fragments, sebuah roman picisan tentang cinta dalam 'an extreme solitude' kata yang nulis. Dengan gaya penggalan penggalan 'lovers' yang pernah ada di jagat ini. saya pernah membuat sebuah seri foto berjudul 'wie herzliche blau der Himmel ist' ( diterbitkan di Drexterr Magazine, 2008) - betapa birunya langit (- hari ini; Jerman) dan alangkah terkejutnya saya ketika membaca salah satu fragment dari lovers discourse dengan judul yang sama (dalam bahasa inggris tentunya, halaman 197 - diterjemahkan dalam bahasa inggris ditulis dalam bahasa perancis). seri foto itu adalah sebuah seri foto personal yang ditujukan untuk seorang perempuan muda yang memikat hati saya. kalau kata Pram, indahnya masa muda ! (Pram - Jalan Raya Pos). perempuan ini lah yang menurut tebakan saya berceritera tentang keinginan saya memiliki buku ini pada sepasang suami isteri yang kebetulan berada di Paris. saya hanya berceritera pada satu orang saja, padanya. Sebuah kebetulan atau bukan, saya sendiri tidak paham. yang pasti, saya sangat senang mendapat hadiah yang berharga dalam hidup saya. hadiah yang barthes banget!

Barthes banget !!
kalimat ini diucapkan oleh seorang sahabat ketika mengikuti 'dialog foto' karya Don Hasman dan Filomena Reiss yang bertajuk Santiago de Compostela di kampus Sanata Dharma beberapa hari lalu. Barthes banget sih nanyanya! reaksi sang sahabat ketika salah seorang peserta bertanya pada Don Hasman dengan menceriterakan pengalamanya 'menemukan' aura foto dari karya Pak Don yang dipamerkan. Bagaimana tanggapan si empunya acara, well Don Hasman secara rendah hati mengatakan bahwa beliau tidak tahu apa apa soal aura dari karyanya yang dipamerkan, yang beliau sharing melalui karyanya hanya gambar dua dimensi soal catatan perjalanannya menyelusuri jalur Santo Yakobus dalam penyebaran Kristen ke daerah Spanyol. Mungkin sahabat saya ini merasa bosan dengan apresiasi foto semacam itu, hal yang bertahun-tahun dipelajarinya bahkan diperdalam di program magister ilmu religi dan budaya dimana salah satu dosenya adalah orang yang 'barthes banget' - st. Sunardi. yah beiau adalah penulis semiotika negativa. Saya sendiri hanya tertawa kecil sambil berbisik - the author is dead, darling. namanya juga interpretasi visual jadi maklum saja kalo Barthes banget! sahabat saya ini kemudian menimpali, iya tau kalo interpretasi subyektif. tapi ga perlu bawa bawa barthes, foto katedral yah katedral dan harus katedral ga perlu embel-embel omong kosong lainya. yah apa mau dikata, sejak dijadikan metode kajian visual, untuk menelaah budaya massa, ramai ramai orang kebablasan, parahnya atas nama intelektualitas. biar dibilang barthes banget!

Gereja Ganjuran, Bantul 2009

Saya sendiri tidak terlalu ambil pusing dengan 'aura' atau omong kosong lainya, yang membuat saya tercengang adalah karya-karya yang dipamerkan jauh berbeda dengan karya karya Don Hasman sebelumnya. Beliau terkenal dengan etnofotografi, yang bahkan beliau disejajarkan dengan nama Sebastiao Salgado. namun kali ini, saya sempat bertanya pada beliau 'Pak Don koq motret travel?' saya paham Don Hasman adalah seorang traveler, namun untuk status fotografer, beliau adalah master etnografi visual. Jawaban beliau, yang entah kenapa membuat saya sadar mengapa orang ini sangat luar biasa. Misi dari perjalananya adalah sharing dan ambisi pribadi sebagai orang pertama yang mendokumentasikan rute ini. 12 tahun dipersiapkan, 16 buku dibaca dan latihan fisik serta yang paling penting 'berkontribusi' dan berbagi kisah. satu hal yang saat ini jarang sekali didapatkan dari kebanyakan orang, berbagi ilmu.
jaman sekarang ini, sulit sekali ditemukan orang yangmau berbagi ilmu, khusunya dalam dunia fotografi. hanya segelintir orang yang bersedia dengan rendah hati membagi pengetauanya, berdiskusi atau dengankapasitasnya mengoreksi. untuk yang terakhir ini, lebih sulit lagi berhubung tidak sedikit pula orang yang dengan rendah hati mau dikoreksi dan didebat.
soal persiapan yang matang tentang rute yang ditempuh bisa dilihat dari muatan informasi disetiap gambarnya. seperi biasanya, foto-foto beliau menurut saya (ini menurut saya loh) justru jadi luar biasa bukan karena citra/gambar yang terekam tapi lebih ke informasi yang ada disetiap gambarnya. saya sampai bertanya tanya dalam hati 'bagaimana orang ini bisa tau hal seperti ini secara mendetail? ketika beliau menjelaskan salah satu karya yang dipamerkan - finishter city, kota di ujung benua. lalu, beliau menjelaskan bahwa ada 3 tempat dengan nama yang sama, di 3 negara yang berbeda. namun yang paling benar, lanjutnya, dalam catatan sejarah adalah finishter city yang ada di portugal. sebuah kota yang diklaim berada di ujung dunia. masa dimana bumi dipandang sebagai lembaran datar daratan. baru saya ketahui pada sesi diskusi yang 'barthes banget' bahwa 12 tahun persiapan dan 16 buku berbahasa inggeris, spanyol, perancis, memperkaya informasi fotonya - yang mungkin oleh salah satu peserta diskusi dinamai aura - atau satori menurut barthes yang nggak barthes banget.

Gereja Ganjuran, Bantul 2009

Sharing oleh Don Hasman dan Filomena Reiss ingin mengajak kita menghargai hidup, sebuah perjalanan yang berharga. perjalan mereka, oleh Filomena Reiss, dikatakan sebagai perjalan melihat hidup. bagaimana mereka meninggalkan segalanya dan berjalan seperti orang gila hanya untuk mencapai Katedral Santiago de Compostela. betemu manusia lainnya yang melakukan kegiatan yang sama dan menemukan kisah kisah yang susah untuk dinalar oleh orang (yang katanya) moderen. seperti bagaimana Don Hasman yang lelah dan hendak berbaring namun tidak membawa penyangga kepala/bantal samun disaat bersamaan ditengah ladang yang jauh dari perumahan angin membawa sebuah bantal tiup warna biru. kisah kisah lainya yang menurut saya pribadi lebih penting ketimbang rekaman visualnya. seperti misalnya dengan siapa pergi ke satu lokasi, bertemu siapa, kisah lucu atau apa saja yang dialami. saya selalu beranggapan yang terpenting adalah apa yang tidak direkam ketimbang apa yang direkam, lagi lagi ini terdengar barthes banget. bukankah kisah dibalik selembar foto sang ibunda yang kemudian menjadi reflection on photography. cerita Don Hasman dan Filomena Reiss saat 'ziarah' ke santiago membuat saya teringat kisah yang pernah saya tuliskan di blog ini, di belakang sebuah gereja di Ganjuran (http://theauthorisdead.blogspot.com/2009/08/filioque.html). untuk pertama kalinya hampir 12 tahun saya kembali mengucapkan 'credo in spiritum sanctum qui ex patre filioque procedit' ... kata sahadat yang memisahkan katolik orthodox dan roma, yang diajarkan oleh seorang pastur seminari berkebangsaan jerman yang menjerumuskan saya untuk hidup dalam kisah cinta yang barthes banget!

the end

2010-03-25T14:08:00.001+07:00

"well in the end, the shit you take is equal to shit you make" __ KN2010

no title yet

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sivutha

2010-02-13T08:06:00.002+07:00

Sivutha Street - Siem Reap, Cambodia.

Perbaikan infrastruktur jalan utama Sivutha Street kawasan Old Market Siem Reap; surga para turis seperti saya.

Jailhouse Blues

2010-02-04T06:41:00.000+07:00

Pada Sebuah Kapal

2010-01-14T22:21:00.005+07:00

Pada Sebuah Kapal adalah judul novel karya NH. Dini yang berkisah tentang hubungan pernikahan yang penuh dengan drama perselingkuhan antara Sri, Michael dan Vincent. Sebuah novel yang konon dikaitkan dengan kehidupan sang pengarang novel itu sendiri. NH Dini pernah menjadi penyiar radio dan bersuamikan seorang pria berkebangsaan Perancis, sebagaimana tokoh dalam ceritanya; Sri.

Beberapa waktu yang lalu saya menghadiri upacara pernikahan kerabat di Lampung. Seperti pada pernikahan umumnya, orang-orang berkata 'selamat mengarungi bahtera kehidupan'.

Saya pernah iseng bertanya pada seorang sahabat 'kenapa bahtera? memangnya orang-orang kalo nikah langsung jadi pelaut?'. sahabat saya menjawab, cukup puitis: 'pernikahan itu ibarat kapal tampomas, nahkodanya suami dan isteri. kadang ombak, angin, badai datang menghadang. nah nahkodanya harus pintar mengatasinya. kadang laut bersahabat, tenang. tapi kadang juga tabung gas di kabin dapur meledak dan terbakar gara-gara ada nahkoda yang kepincut sama kapal lain sampe lupa ikan asin di penggorengan'. sungguh jawaban yang cerdas dari orang yang menolak untuk menikah seumur hidupnya.

Ketika dalam perjalanan pulang menuju pulau Jawa, bus yang saya tumpangi harus menggunakan jasa ferry yang akan menyeberangkan kami menuju Merak. Di atas ferry itulah saya berpikir tentang ucapan sahabat saya tadi. Bukan soal pernikahanya, tapi lebih pada tabung gas yang meledak, atau katup mesin yang tiba-tiba meledak karena overheat dan akhirnya kapal ferry ini tenggelam. Pikiran seperti itu muncul bersamaan dengan bayangan akan kisah perselingkuhan Sri dan Vincent Pada Sebuah Kapal menuju Perancis. Jika disatukan mungkin hasilnya sedikit melankolis seperti kisah Jack dan Rose dalam Titanic garapan James Cameron.

Untuk menghilangkan pikiran semacam itu saya memutuskan untuk mengeluarkan kamera dan, seperti kebanyakan turis, memotret perjalanan wisatanya. Walau saat itu terik mentari pukul satu siang sangat menyiksa bahkan dalam pakem fotografi, waktu demikian adalah waktu yang buruk untuk menekan shutter. Tapi saya tidak peduli dengan aturan macam itu, lagipula saya bukan seorang fotografer yang taat hukum. hanya seorang idiot dengan kamera. Sehari sebelumnya saya memotret upacara pernikahan teman saya dengan kamera yang sama, dan sisa frame masih cukup untuk sekedar menghilangkan bayangan 'sado-masokis' dalam kepala tentang percintaan pada kapal yang terbakar dan tenggelam, dan tentu saja meledak bersamaan dengan orgasme Sri dan Vincent. Saya akui sudah lama saya tidak memotret dengan film 35mm, sejak Juli 2009 tepatnya. Ketika teman saya meminta untuk mengabadikan moment sekali seumur hidupnya, secara kebetulan saya sedang meminjam kamera FM2 milik seorang teman untuk sebuah keperluan lain (sayang saya tidak sempat menggunakan medium format] saya berpikir alangkah baiknya saya menggunakan film untuk itu.

Kembali ke ferry, singkat cerita, saya berkeliling dan mulai memotret, membayangkan apa yang bakal terjadi ketika lucky ini diproses dengan microMF. Sebetulnya saya belajar bagaimana menggunakan microMF, mengingat ditempat saya tinggal tidak tersedia developer lain lagi. Setelah bertanya pada orang yang tepat, saya akhirnya menemukan resep rahasia Farah Quinn eh maaf, microMF dengan Lucky pada EI 200. dan saya sangat puas dengan hasilnya, walau sangat jauh dari sempurna. Terima kasih untuk resepnya, you are the best Tic.

berikut resepnya setelah modifikasi melalui test terlebih dahulu: presoak- air mineral 1 menit, microMF 8,5 menit, agitasi kontinyu 60 detik pertama, agitasi 5 detik interval 30 detik, running water 1 menit, ilfostop 3 menit agitasi kontinyu, running water 1 menit, rapid fixer 7 menit agitasi kontinyu, running water 5 menit. semua dikerjakan pada suhu 20*C dan tanpa invert apalagi shaking ala bartender profesional.

Selamat menjadi nahkoda kapal untuk Ninin dan Toto, kalau tersesat lihat saja bintang utara sebagai patokan. Northern Star will guiding you through this life! demikian kata penulis tua who loves the sea.

Bisnis Larut Malam

2010-01-10T20:25:00.000+07:00

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From Jakarta to Jogjakarta, December 2009

transJAK vs transJOG

2010-01-07T10:12:00.003+07:00

mengatasi kemacetan dan angkutan umum murah adalah salah satu ide dasar lahirnya transJakarta 2004 silam. Pada perjalanannya, proyek ratusan miliar ini mulai menunjukan manfaatnya bagi warga jakarta, walau harus diakui masih banyak perbaikan yang musti dilakukan oleh pemda DKI. lepas dari hal tersebut, kesuksesan transJAK dalam menyediakan sarana transportasi murah dan mengatasi kemacetan di ibukota membuat pemerintah daerah lainnya mengadopsi proyek yang sama, Jogja misalnya. walau pada kenyataanya kemacetan yang sering terjadi di jogja bukan karena arus lalu lintas yang kacau balau atau populasi kendaraan yang membludak (kebanyakan roda dua) melainkan lebih sering oleh demonstrasi atau pawai pergelaran budaya atau musim liburan dimana bus pariwisata memaksakan diri masuk are maliboro yang sempit. transJOGJA jauh berbeda dalam sehala hal dengan transJAKARTA - disadari atau tidak, perbedaan kasat mata yang cukup vulgar membuat saya menyempatkan diri untuk memotret ketika menggunakan dua saran transportasi masyarakat kelas metropolitan (trans, mrt dsb = metropolitan, jogja kota metropolitan haha).
saya tidak akan menunjukan mana transJAK mana transJOG, silahkan lihat sendiri perbedaanya untuk mengetahuinya. semua foto diambil antara tahun 2007 - 2009 dengan film Lucky SHD 100.

Bicycle Diary, 2009 AD

2009-12-23T19:02:00.004+07:00

In any photographic manual you'll come across the strickingly clear images of a landscape, apparently taken by night, in the light of a full moon. The secret behind this magical vision of "darkness at noon" is usually revealed in the accompanying text. Readers of this book will not be well versed about the sensitivity of my retina - I can hardly sense it myself. So they will not be able to check what is said against a photographic plate to discover at precisely what time each of my "pictures" was taken. What this means is that if I present you with an image and say, for instance, that it was taken at night, you can either believe me, or not; it matters little to me, since if you don't happen to know the scene I've "photographed" in my notes, it will be hard for you to find an alternative to the truth I'm about to tell. But I'll leave you now, with myself, the man I used to be... __ 1951, Ernesto Guevara - Notas de Viaje (Travel Notes or Motorcycle Diaries)

Siem Reap: Velocity

2009-12-07T12:30:00.003+07:00

'Siem Reap?! wow great, can I see the folder?', After spending couple of minutes, my friend started to showing his disappointment about the content of my folder. 'is there anything wrong?' I asked politely. 'I can't find Angkor Wat, floating village, floating forest, and the monks in another Wats. Did you really go to Siem Reap? said my friend. If you wanted to see those images my friend, buy a postcard. I was avoiding to go to such places you mentioned. It is not about the place anymore, it is about me.

ps: velocity is speed with direction (v=s/t), a simple formula of movement not speed (which wrongly learned since elementary). This is one of my series/story for apws, another one is documentary about the garbage dump site.

Koran School for Third Sex

2009-11-13T03:36:00.007+07:00

Novi, a transvestites from Surabaya (East Java) doing make up before working at late night as a prostitute. She has been in Jogjakarta since 1996. On every Monday and Thursday Novi and another 'third sex' friends gather at 'Pondok Pesantren Waria Senin Kamis' on a corner of Notoyudan, Jogjakarta - Indonesia.

Though pepole will find this place silly and nonesense, but learning the wisdom of Allah is every Mooslem's right, including transvestittes!'said Maryani (below/praying), a 48 years old trasvestittes who also the founder of the Koran School. Today the 'Senin Kamis' Koran School has more than 50 members from 'third sex' community, and some of them come from Jakarta and Surabaya.

post scriptum: this is my latest story about 'third sex', religion and power in Indonesia. thanks to Ulet Ifansasti (getty images), Lucia Dianawuri (Ilmu Religi dan Budaya Sanata Dharma), Eko, Vita, & Kanis Ehak Wain (www.bunganata.com) for the lights (beer).

Children of the Clove Hill

2009-11-03T02:24:00.004+07:00

This is a story of the young Clove (Syzygium aromaticum) seasonal picker in Flores. They come from Boawae regency which is 200 km from Wolofeo village, where its residence planting clove as one of its commodity. They are professional clove picker on their age, which the oldest is 24 and the younger one is 14.
Their daily rate is 30.000 IDR each, and they work for more than 12 hours. They start their day with one kilometer walking to the hill where they harvest their hopes and dreams for a better economical support to their family.

Aziz (14) the youngest of the four brother. With his small hand and light body weight, he move from a branch to another easily. He has been working with his brother for two years, and for that he has to skipped school.

Ino (15, left) and Yano (18, right) laughing and having smoke for a while. They just finish harvest the clove behind them. 'I will use the money to buy a brand new cell phone' said Yano.

Perfect catch for lunch said Yano (top). Everyday these boys traped 4 to 8 little birds and Aziz is the one who in charge to make a delicious barbeque for the luch.

After having luch, sometimes Yano (18) sings some blues. His songs mostly talks about the hard life of a farmer, and sometimes his other brother sing with him. the quiet clove hill suddenly sings with them as the wind blow away their songs.

For a day they can harvest up to 80 kg of wet cloves from 08:00 am to 17:00 pm.

after having dinner, Ino (15,top) , Aziz (14) and Aris (24) and their brother in law; Chuan Cu Nan from Taiwan separating the cloves from rom the shaft and leaves and watching soap opera on the television. The shaft it self has its own use and the price at market is half of the dried clove's price.

In the next morning, clove is dried under the sun. The old lady who is the owner said that she is satisfied with the work of these four brothers. 'the result of these four per day is equal to ten picker' she said. She used to spent lots of money for the clove picker on her village.

Dried clove on the storage chamber with its eqsotic aroma. The old lady decided not to sell them yet. I will wait for the good price she said. This chamber is also the room where these brother share a double bed on their nighty night dream time. The dream that they harvest on the next day up on the clove hill ...

on*FIRE

2009-10-31T02:49:00.004+07:00

I cant wait to burn my self at the 2009 Angkor Photo Workshop. Checking the cheap flights and hotels, waiting for visas approval and contact some people. gosh I'm on fire ... no fireman allowed !!

I Do

2009-10-02T08:15:00.007+07:00

she does and so does he - its my sisters wedding day ...

only sleeping

2009-09-15T03:21:00.003+07:00

When I'm in the middle of a dream,
Stay in bed, float up stream --- I'm only sleeping by The Beatles

'is she sleeping?' a little kid asking his mom. 'yes my dear, grandma is sleeping. don't wake her up' ...
that was a conversation between a mom and his beloved kiddo on grandma's funeral, one of my neighbor. a very nice old lady with a very nice smile, that's the images on my head about the departed. but now she's not smile anymore. I know because shes sleeping, float up on a dream. eternal dream.

you don't wanna wake her up, interrupting her dreams. its bad, said the mother to the kiddo. she'll be upset if you do that. its her private moment, precious moment of her own.

Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away. And after all I'm only sleeping ... Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me, Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping

post script: this two also are added images to my long term project 'Conquer Death'
and also a project with Donny Maulistya where we both doing some sort of 'funeral documentation' for free to the family that left behind. Vaya con Dios ...

frozen star temptation

2009-08-28T12:52:00.004+07:00

It's Ramadhan now. Body and soul purification time, battle with the devil inside and the tempter from the sight. Gather round with gemeinschaft for one holy day where you finally win the dog fight. Set your fight plan for good so you can reach the 'cold star' with me ... have a nice Ramadhan. Like the Japanese say 'KANPAI ... '

filioque

2009-08-26T02:04:00.008+07:00

"what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?" __ Friedrich Nietzche

I just realized, it has been twelve years I've never pray. I'm not a religious person but I was born as a Christian, though I am not a good one. When I was a kid, mom and dad used to brought me to our cathedral in Ende. A very big and old church built by the Dutch where Soekarno, our first president, used to performed his act with 'Klub Tonil Kelimutu'. It's a nice quiet cathedral where me and my friend Sophie used to pray on Tuesday afternoon. When I say pray it means really praying, not just as 'a social information act' like the folks used to have on every Saturday and Sunday. But i was long time ago, time passes by so fast ...
Yesterday I went to Ganjuran church, just to checking out the new church. I shot the opening of the new Ganjuran church ceremonial. Nothing really special at all, so when I finished with my camera I sat alone on one of its corner at the back. The sound of gospel, the piano and voices suddenly brought me to twelve years ago. It reminded me to my hometown, my mom and dad and most of all it made me praying. That moment I realized that I have forget how to pray. I spent thirty minutes for nothing, even though I really wanted to pray.
Next minutes a man shown up, he was about to have some air. He smiled at me and said 'it's hot inside, i feel like in hell. a smoke will do just fine right now'. I smiled at him and not said a word, he smiled me back and started to smoking. Latter he said 'if only Jesus himself joining the mass inside, i bet he would go out and sit here for a fresh air'. I smiled once again at him, and replied 'He will do just fine inside' and he laughed.
That mans last sentence, oddly made me remember to pray. I closed my eyes and whispered ''dear Lord, hows your day? I hope you do just fine. I just wanna say hello and thank you, don't bother me. Keep your wonderful job up, I wish all the best for you." When I opened my eyes, the man has gone. I can not find him around. I was smirking and some Latin words came out from my mouth, one that I said twelve years ago on my praying ... 'credo in spiritum sanctum qui ex patre filioque procedit'.

in dependant

2009-08-21T02:43:00.003+07:00

I don't think that freedom makes us an independent person. Don't get me wrong Mr. Big Bung, I am one of those 'right or wrong my country' guy. Its just I don't trust in such word like independent which means 'a state of being free from outside control and not depending on another for livelihood' specially when its August...

on Top assignment

2009-08-11T02:12:00.005+07:00

"on a nuclear war, the only enemy is war itself"

It was damn cold night but the crib was hot like hell, grenades thrown, TNT exploded, machine gun roar like a lion and a man was killed. They said that he is Top but I doubt that.

Whatever, congratulations to 88 Special Force.

Before August 8th 2009, I was a pacifist, but now I would like you to join my fully armed army for a war against all the terrorizing things in our life. We have been terrorized for a long time, by ourn needs, advertisement on mass media, wife's blush on, husband's kinky secretary, son's two and four wheel drive, daughter's mac, friends gossips and facebook notifications ... what a crap :|

one book, one story and one new family

2009-07-16T02:10:00.006+07:00

15 of my images being published as ilustrations for a book titled 'Sosiologi Hukum dalam Perubahan' written by several law experts from University of Indonesia. They sent me the pdf for final corection on pictures and captions. Well I must say that the theme on each chapter was way too heavy for me. The editor choose to put the captions on the pictures, which I prefer to put it outside the frames. But whatever, as long as they like it that way, I got no problems with that. The book will be published by end of July and I cant wait to buy one copy.

an officer prayiing before the presidential election started at 96th TPS where mr. Boediono, the vice president candidates will gives his vote.

I just published a story/documentation about one day with mr. Boediono on the first round of presidential election. I found he is a very nice and humble person when talking to him and stalking his day. Smart person like him just what we need for this country.
You can check it here: www.karolus-naga.blogspot.com which also being published at www.portaltiga.com

new family member just came in the house, Priscilla Surya Dharma. A beautiful daughter of my best friend (more like brother to me) Denny and Angel. I created an album of their ordinary day with Scilla as a gift. Kinda like this one, and some other pics but I will keep the rest exclusivelly for Scilla's album. Welcome to the world Scilla.
Oh yeah, Eric Setiawan just have a daughter too, well congrats Eric, send my best hugh to Noe ...
anyway, I got some free snaps for the month ... not so called 'street' but just a documentation of my days ...

mind games #3: foxy vox populi

2009-07-07T16:59:00.001+07:00

That JTWI is

2009-06-24T23:59:00.002+07:00

You see the dying, you feel the pain
What have you got to say
If we agree that we can disagree
We could stop all of this today --- Phil Collins, that's just the way it is

v=s/t answer toThe Fairy Feller's Master Stroke

2009-06-17T02:11:00.009+07:00

Ketua Majelis Hakim Walfred Pardamean mengabulkan gugatan Pardinem, Poniyem, dan Ngatini atas tanah seluas 1.227 meter persegi di RT 44/RW 10, Gampingan - Pakuncen, Wirobrajan, Yogyakarta. Atas putusan ini, warga tergugat harus meninggalkan tanah yang telah 70 tahun lebih mereka tempati. Sidang putusan atas hak kepemilikan tanah tersebut berlangsung di Pengadilan Negeri Yogyakarta Selasa, 16 Juni 2009. karolus naga 2009 (slide contains 10 images)

Saya sengaja memulai posting dengan sebuah slide show liputan sebagai promosi site/blog portfolio saya bertajuk v=s/t di www.karolus-naga.blogspot.com yang sebagian besar berisi story photo yang telah ataupun sedang saya kerjakan. Sekedar pamer portfolio kepada teman-teman walau masih jauh dari sempurna. Oleh karena-nya masukan dari teman-teman akan sangat saya harapkan demi pembelajaran saya. Dan bahwa velocity is speed with direction, 'arahan' dari teman-teman sekalian saya ucapkan terimakasih sebelumnya.
Blog ini (theauthorisdead.blogspot.com) kemudian hanya akan berisi diary photo, street snap, melancholic object, personal post dan semacamnya. Menikmati slide shownya butuh beberapa waktu delay untuk redirect ke photobucket, mungkin jika saya menggunakan proshow atau adobe macromedia flash akan lebih sempurna. sayangnya saya gagap akan software semcam itu, pinginya tampilan slide seperti milik burn mag atau vii photo dimana caption/file info bisa tampil bersamaan dengan fotonya.
anyway, here they are mr. Fairy Feller. what do you think ?

Stockholm Syndrome

2009-06-12T14:34:00.002+07:00

lebih tepatnya Stuck [at] home syndrome ... disandera oleh beberapa buku loakan yang baru dibeli dengan mengutang sama pacar di Yusuf Agency, toko buku termurah di Indonesia. Seberapa murah ?? hmmm baiklah apakah 140 ribu rupiah untuk Mata Hati Kompas tidak murah ? atau Magnum Magnum koleksi Magnum Photo ?? lucky bastard huh ... yeah I am !! saat ini sedang menunggu janji kedatangan Inferno ke dalam kamar oleh sang empunya toko ...

well, lepas dari semau kegiatan saya memutuskan untuk jalan kaki. sudah lama tidak jalan kaki, semenjak Billy dan Bucil meninggal, tidak ada lagi temen hunting dari gejayan, jalan solo, babarsari, seturan dan kembali ke selokan mataram menuju rumah, mungkin 5 sampai 7 kilometer lebih jarak tempuh. bukan masalah besar, saolnya rekor terjauh adalah Bandung Kota ke jatinangor ... 7 jam jalan kalo ga salah :D ... anyway, tidak banyak memotret karena sepanjang perjalanan hanya mengingat kembali dua sahabat terdahulu, Billy dan Bucil. (sorry Wid, bunga mataharinya pernah dikencingin Bucil .. :P )

Kantin Mawar - 2009

Gejayan Avenue - 2009

Stasiun Tugu - 2009 (5:30 am)

Malioboro - 2009

Gabusan - 2009

good day sunshine

2009-06-05T10:25:00.002+07:00

last night I saw the pale moon miles away from the rooftop
few hours latter, I saw a guy on a movie, a very silly guy
saying 'have you ever dance with the devil on a pale moon light?'
and he murdered the girl with his revolver gun.
her last word was 'why so serious' and I thought I need to laugh

when the sun is out, I've got something to laugh about.
and it makes me feel good, coz the girl survives
but in a odd way, I think the silly guy is me.
and its a sunny day so I will say
have a good day sunshine - love is you ...

a day with Jessus: PEH CUN

2009-05-28T05:54:00.004+07:00

wandering around Kasongan, Gabusan, and Bantul with a friend, Denny 'Jessus' Noviyanto a.k.a Jessus. this aint a spiritual journey, dont mind the title ... actually we were heading south, to Parangkusuma for some sandy and shadow shot. but we found that, a Dragon Boat Race event was more interesting than the salty issue that we've got in our head. the great part was ,we took lunch at gabusan; soto, which is for me: is the best soto that I've ever tasted. and it was greater because Jessus put it on his bill, hmm this is my flesh and blod (did I say this aint a spiritual journey before?)

am i ?

2009-05-26T01:14:00.003+07:00

I'm the invisible man I'm the invisible man
Incredible how you can see right through me
Watch me
I'm the invisible man I'm the invisible man
It's criminal how I can see right through you
Look at me look at me -- Queen

ternyata tidak ... sial !!

nobita

2009-05-25T23:34:00.003+07:00

serial tivi favorit sejak sd ... tokoh favorit: nobita. anak kelas 5 sd yang tidak pernah dewasa, sukanya menggerutu dibelakang kalau sedang tidak diperhatikan atau ketika suneo atau teman lainnya bisa bikin PR dan menjawab quis di kelas ...
persoalanya adalah ketika nobita yang sekarang sudah mapan dan cerdas merasa penting untuk merubah kehidupan seoranga anak ingusan dengan mengirimkan robot canggih yang punya kantung ajaib, anak ingusan yang tidak lain adalah masa kecil nobita sendiri ...

Kuta - Bali part 2

2009-05-22T18:54:00.001+07:00

silvester

2009-05-19T02:58:00.002+07:00

beberapa novel sudah selesai dibaca, beberapa buku selesai dirangkum, saatnya mengendurkan saraf. Pergi ke Lucifer Bar sendirian, pesan beberapa botol bintang dan kacang goreng. dengar live music, blues ... huh masih saja ada yang menyanyikan blues sambil minum air putih.
hendak memroses rol-rol film yang numpuk sejak kampanye lalu, namun apa lacur developer habis terpakai ... mungkin dalam beberapa minggu ini akan kembali dengan Lucky dan microMF.
masih dengan pengaruh alkohol di dalam darah, berhayal tentang tweety yang tidak pernah dewasa dan tentu saja silvester yang tidak pernah makan daging ... apa dia kucing herbivora atau mungkin dia seekor kucing berpaham 'tidak mengkonsumsi darah' ...
hey tweety kenapa kau meringkuk di pojok kamar seperti itu ...

i tot i saw a puzy cat ...

Chanson de Porong

2009-05-15T01:47:00.003+07:00

the greed, the mud and hopes

May, 29th 2006, massive hot mudflow from beneath Porong's soil reached the surface through the drilling pipe of Lapindo Brantas, East Java - Indonesia. The hot mudflow then turns the surface into a sea of mud. Houses, framings, ranches, industrial area, government's offices, banks and transportation wounded badly.

The life of Porong's residents has been changed from that date until now. Just like a ship without sailor, drifts in the sea of mud with no directions to go. The hot mudflow forced them to leave their comfort home sweet home and all belongings hopelessly.

The mud has flooding everything except one thing, a hope for a bright new day in the future, on a peaceful dwelling area just like the one they used to have. Just before the greed of human being for the natural resources destroy everything as now.

Karolus Naga 2009

mayday my day

2009-05-02T16:58:00.003+07:00

belakangan saya merasa jenuh untuk mendengarkan segala sesuatu. menyibukan diri dengan baca dua novel cinta milik Cuelho satu novel petualangan milik Eco dan sisanya menyusuri malam hingga pagi di sekitar kamar empat kali empat. sesekali waktu naik gunung, mancing di sungai, mengunjungi kerabat di rumah sakit, belanja keperluan bulanan dan cuci mata di taman kota.
sepertinya sudah saatnya mengambil langkah agar jenuh tidak berlama-lama ...

mayday May Day

2009-05-01T15:34:00.004+07:00

satu Mei atau hari buruh sedunia, perayaan istimewa bagi kaum pekerja akan gaji yang dibawah standar, pehaka sepihak, asuransi kerja yang dikorupsi, harga susu bayi bermelamin yang makin tinggi, espepe anak yang entah mengapa jauh dari jangkauan dan sebagainya. hari istimewa untuk kaum pekerja yang entah mengapa selalu hidup dalam keadaan darurat ... selalu darurat.

mayday mayday Houston we got a problem !
teriakan dari pengeras suara seorang pahlawan kelas pekerja menggema di jalanan. peluh dan pegal tak dihiraukan, membakar semangat bagai atmosfir yang membakar body keramik pesawat ulang alik. penuh amarah, penuh tanya yang entah mengapa belum pernah terjawab. terus berteriak hingga mendarat di lautan pasifik.

dulu saya pernah punya seorang pahlawan, yang oleh TIME dimasukan dalam daftar 10 pahlawan dari Asia bersama Gandi dan Dorae Mon. Iwan Fals namanya. sejak di bagku kelas 6 saya sudah mengidolai dia, sang seniman pemberontak yang dijuluki Bob Dylan dari Indonesia. hari ini, satu Mei, saya teringat sebuah lagu yang dinyanyikan Fals saat bergabung dengan rekan-rekan pemberontak lainnya di SWAMI. Judulnya Robot Bernyawa. saya ragu apakah kaum pekerja yang tadi menggelar aksi atau yang sedang bekerja pernah mendengar lagu ini, atau bahkan para pahlawan kelas pekerja juga pernah mendengarnya.
saya coba menulis ulang liriknya sebisa yang saya gali di kepala ...

Robot Bernyawa

lihatlah itu yang disana
orang berkumpul bising suaranya
wajahnya merah dibakar marah
sang dewa nasib sedang bertingkah

di depan pabrik minta keadilan
hanyalah janji membumbung tinggi
tuntutan mereka membentur baja
terus bekerja atau di-PHK

inilah lagu orang tak berdaya
mencoba mempertanyakan haknya
dituduh pengacau kerja
dianggap pahlawan kesiangan
bisa berbahaya

jangan bertanya jangan bertingkah
robot bernyawa teruslah bekerja
sapi perahan di jaman moderen
mulut dikunci tak boleh bicara

inilah nasib orang orang tawar
hidup berjajal menciptakan mimpi indah
bekerja terus bekerja
mencoba membalik nasib
ternyata susah

......
dibagian coda adalah bagian paling progresif, Fals berteriak hingga serak. Jabo kesetanan dan penonton mengepalkan tangan di udara dengan mata menyala. berbinar-binar dan tanpa henti berteriak menyanyikan lirik nya ...
well, Fals sekarang tidak segarang ketika muda. setelah album Suara Hati, saya berhenti menyanyikan lagu-lagunya. koleksi kaset dan poster, kaos, emblem lainnya saya hibahkan buat teman-teman yang masih mendengar dia. saya mengidolai Fals yang dulu, yang dengan susah payah saya beli dengan uang hasil bekerja paruh waktu di bengkel servis mobil, supir tembak angkot dan tambal ban. rocker juga manusia, saya setuju dengan Candil. begitu juga ultra (itali).

terlepas dari soal itu, kaum buruh, kelas pekerja atau apalah istilahnya yang dilabelkan sepantasnya merayakan hari spesial ini dengan sukacita. mungkin garis hidupnya masih seperti yang dinyanyikan Fals, atau bahkan lebih buruk. lebih naas dari yang dikisahkan. mereka pantas menikmati hak-hak mereka. pantas menikmati kekayaan alam negeri yang bagai zamrud ini. pantas menaikan taraf hidup satu atau dua level dari sekarang...

sebentar lagi bangsa ini memilih pemimpin negeri. apakah dia nantinya akan jadi pahlawan kaum pekerja atau buruh atau politisi atau pemodal atau intelektual atau budayawan atau negarawan atau bangsa indonesia adalah sebuah ujian berat buat para yang mulia calon pemimpin republik. semoga sang pahlawan nantinya bisa mengendalikan pesawat ulang alik yang dirancang secara darurat ini, selamat sampai utopia.

rock, rack and two smoking chicks

2009-04-24T17:16:00.002+07:00

old friends came by to Jogja, asked me to join their trip to Prambanan temple. we haven't seen each other for years ... and they're still 'smoking'. did not make lots of shots as usual, spentding time on telling each other stories, and memorizing old great friend.

Merapi, a northern song

2009-04-23T23:09:00.005+07:00

George Harrison wrote Only a Northern Song which he called it, "A joke relating to Liverpool, the Holy City in the North of England."

Merapi, a well known active volcano that located in north Jogjakarta -Indonesia, has been erupted for 68 times since 1548 (www.wikipedia.com). And at 15th of May 2006, Merapi blasted once again, sent raw deadly material to the surface. Lots of people suffered from this great anger of Merapi, some even lost everything including their own life.

The eruption itself for some is a gift from the Almighty. Fertile soil, good quality sand and rock becoming precious things for Kali Woro residence. Most of them mining the sand and rock at the dead river of Kali Woro, which under the foot of great Merapi. Putting live at stakes under the great northern song just to balanched the harmony of life ... once again, it's only a northern song.

If you think the harmony, is a little dark and out of key. You're correct !!
There's nobody there. And I told you there's no one there

Only a Northern Song - Beatles

.... post script ....

Merapi, a northern song is a on going project by me, started 2006. other images should appear in somewhere out of here. scanning the films just pain in the ... i wish i have digitized them back there. doohh ...

missyoumuchlucia

2009-04-22T05:49:00.007+07:00

Jogjakarta, September 13th, 2007

i lost my world when lone. just like this old latin words when you're not around, all i be

Feror ego veluti sine nauta navis,
ut per vias aeris vaga fertur avis,

(http://lyricwiki.org/Helium_Vola:Vagantenbeichte also as seen in Umberto Eco's Boudolino)

the fool on the hill

2009-04-16T13:36:00.003+07:00

Day after day,
Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,

Well on his way,
Head in a cloud,
The man with a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hear him,
or the sound he appears to make,
and he never seems to notice,

And nobody seems to like him,
they can tell what he wants to do,
and he never shows his feeling,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round. ... Beatles

and he ALWAYS listens to them, he knows that they're the fools.

Ayodya Park - Jakarta

2009-04-12T15:10:00.002+07:00

Jakarta would need such place like this more than 10 ...

Malang City

2009-04-06T04:09:00.005+07:00

Me and Aul went to Porong - Sidoarjo on April 1st. While we were there fellow from KOPDAR, Muhammad Sujai, Erri Putri and friends are the person that I would like to say thank you so much.

After spending 3 days in Porong we decided to go to Malang. Here is the images while walking around Malang City with Benny Nur Susanto, Ekki Kaharudin and Aul.

We stayed at Ichwan 'boljug' Susanto's house for a night. Thank you for everything, wish I can stay longer than just 24 hours ...

I think I will be back to this place one more time for a stuff ... one beautiful stuff. And it is the 'PECEL KAWI' ... darn you should try it ...

jailhouse blues, ENDE 1934 - 1938 [preview]

2009-03-31T05:13:00.007+07:00

just try to promote a photo essay about one period of Indonesian history ...
hopping be able to exhibit it somewhere in 2009. here's the preview, the full images would be going to published on another place or here in another time ...
I think I'll need some hand on this ... any thoughts about what should I do or else ??
special thanks to: Lucia Dianawuri for everything, love you inside out !!
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Jailhouse Blues, ENDE 1934 - 1938
Text by: Karolus Naga & Lucia Dianawuri

Photo by: Karolus Naga

Keluar masuk bui ternyata tak memadamkan bara di dalam dadanya, seorang pemuda yang dijuluki Putera Sang Fajar; Sang Proklamator. Saya masuk penjara untuk memperjuangkan kemerdekaan dan saya meninggalkan penjara dengan pikiran yang sama, tekadnya kukuh.

Pemerintah yang kewalahan menghadapi sepak terjangnya, mengusirnya jauh dari Jawa. Pula jauh dari Digul, dimana orang sepertinya dirumahkan. Ia dikirim ke Ende, sebuah kota kecil di tengah Pulau Bunga yang membuatnya menjadi elang yang dipotong sayapnya.

Pagi itu, almanak menunjukan 14 Januari 1934, angin pantai Ende menghembuskan kabar kedatangan sebuah kapal angkut berlabel Van Rieebeck. Sebuah keluarga kecil melangkah keluar. Sang pemimpin keluarga menghirup udara pagi dalam-dalam dan memulai kehidupan baru sebagai orang buangan.

Tidak ada penyambutan meriah sebagaimana yang sering diterimanya tatkala membakar semangat di sejumlah kota pulau Jawa. Hanya sedikit yang tahu kedatanganya dan semua menutup diri. Hanya sekelompok opas pemerintah bagai nazar di ujung cemara yang menyambutnya.

Kepadanya kunci sebuah rumah diberikan untuk masa empat tahun. Sebuah tempat untuk menghabiskan malam sepi, mengendurkan saraf-saraf revolusi di kepala, menemukan kedamaian dan juga sebuah tempat menumbuhkan sayap-sayap patahnya. Rumah sederhana tidak bernomor menjadi saksi bisu bagaimana Ia tetap bebas merdeka walau terpenjara dalam kesunyian.

Keberadaanya sangat tidak mencolok dan hidup harmonis di tengah penduduk Ende yang kebanyakan berprofesi sebagai nelayan ataupun petani. Mereka yang tidak paham dengan isi di kepalanya diajak bersandiwara. Sementara sisanya, yang memilih selibat, adalah sahabat mengadu cakar dan paruh. Dari mereka, ia mematangkan ke-Islam-anya 'di bawah bendera revolusi'.

Suasana sunyi senyap menjadi aura sehari-sehari yang melingkupi rumah kediamanya. Laut, gunung, bukit dan lembah disekeliling Ende telah menjadi benteng-benteng kuat untuk memenjara sekaligus menjadi sumber inspirasi bagi seorang bakal pemimpin Indonesia.

Berbagai hal yang terjadi selama kurun empat tahun serta pergaulannya dengan seluruh alam landskap juga orang-orang di Pulau Bunga itu adalah sebuah proses samadi panjang yang amat melelahkan. Saat-saat istirahnya di bawah pohon sukun adalah momen yang amat menentukan. 'Dasar dan Tujuan' yang hingga kini masih menjadi jiwa dan benang merah dari setiap ke-Indonesia-an anak negeri dilahirkan disana. Tak jauh dari rumah kecilnya, yang diberikan kepadanya pada tahun 1950.

'kalau anak mau, ambil saja.'
'bukan saya, melainkan pemerintah.'

Kuta - Bali

2009-03-26T02:01:00.005+07:00

Since I have promissed my girl to take her to Bali by the end of the year coz she once told me that she has never been to Bali before, then I took her to celebrate the 2008 Christmas Day on the Island of Gods. And just like other visitor, we put Kuta Beach on the first list of the place to be visit.
We almoust took a short surf course, but DOGGON ... the price was not good !!

This image bellow inspired me to another post.

a little peacefull quiet crowded place

Mind Games #2: Femina vs Gender

2009-03-25T01:39:00.002+07:00

The Girl is mine

2009-03-22T17:23:00.004+07:00

She's Mine, She's Mine
No, No, No, She's Mine
The Girl Is Mine, The Girl Is Mine
The Girl Is Mine, The Girl Is Mine __ Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney

(this one inspired by Wid :P)

Good Bye Billy boy ....

2009-03-18T00:35:00.001+07:00

Dear Billy [ in heaven ]
send my best hug to Momo, Bono and Coky ...
from now on, ya'll free ...
from now on, ya'll free ...

Billy, sit ... stay ... give me five!

Sukawati Market - Bali

2009-03-18T00:30:00.002+07:00

didn't take much pictures, just bought some souvenirs.

Christo Regi Cathedral Ende

2009-03-15T22:31:00.002+07:00

my fave spot to run away from home ...

Our Father, Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

New Piyungan Market

2009-03-14T23:20:00.004+07:00

the opening of new Piyungan market with Mari Elka Pangestu, the trade minister. Shes a nice person, smiles a lot and a great woman. So glad we have such a clever woman on this country. I can figure it out why do those man outside stand in line just to shake her hand. I'm not talking about feminism or something but indeed, I love smart woman. I think this country should be lead by one, and I mean smart non a politician. Coz politican talk too much, and most of them from my kind, male. a very phatetic male ... just like me !! whatsoever, if shes become one of the candidate for next election, I'll give my vote. my very first vote since a male from USA said 'from bullet to ballot' ...

Bandung - Pasar Baru Trade Center

2009-03-11T16:52:00.002+07:00

Walking from Hall station to this place early morning, have a nice cup of coffee and waited for the crowd. The day earlier I met Eric Setiawan and Jiang D, and it was rainy day in Bandung. We were talking about the grainproject and etc etc ... cant wait to put some frames on Jiang's gallery ... well as the sun geting hot and the coffee cup is about to empty, I walked again. ah yeah, last day I walked from Bandung to Jatinangor, so this 2 km square is nothing for my boots.

dont stop me to walk to your town - next destination: Malang, Porong - Sidoarjo and Surabaya

Mind Games #1: Edo vs Andra

2009-03-05T05:01:00.002+07:00

Mind Games - a song by John Lennon

We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love

Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)

Kelimutu National Park - Ende Flores

2009-02-20T18:39:00.003+07:00

its a three color lake at Mount Kelimutu - Ende, Flores - Nusa Tenggara Timur
For more information, I put a guide post on fn (in bahasa) ... but shoot me in english for your curiosity ...

Valentino and Dangdut

2009-02-20T02:59:00.003+07:00

four lonely souls seeking for something that more than just booring Valentine chocholates and rosses. beers, wines, big [B]oops, fat hips, beats and of course dangdut is the music of my country.

Jogja - 15th Day

2009-02-18T00:32:00.002+07:00

Happy New Year ...

AC/DC

2009-02-13T16:02:00.005+07:00

Pikiran Rakyat: December 2008
accepted submission for the joint program between Air Photography and Pikiran Rakyat,
http://airfotografi.multiply.com/photos/album/80/the_winners_photography_on_the_move_IV_2008#

Kali Adem - 2nd exhibition
Tugu Proklamasi, Jakarta
15 February 2009, 10:00 WIB
10 of my 54 images will be displayed on a Discussion that held by Lembaga Bantuan Hukum Masyarakat (LBHM) Jakarta ...

Eric Setiawan's GRAIN PROJECT: http://grainproject.wordpress.com/

*just listen to ACDC and I lost my mood to snapin around ...

Personal Jakarta

2009-02-10T16:23:00.002+07:00

my own personal Jakarta ...
where I found my own peacefull of mind ...

Lo there do I see my father.
Lo there do I see my mother
and my sisters and my brothers.
Lo there do I see the line of my people,
back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
they bid me take my place among them,
in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever.

(13th Warrior the movie)

I miss you ...

said a little pray for Tondo

2009-02-03T03:54:00.002+07:00

Tondo (Pratanda N Respati), get well son mate ...

Jakarta - a cup of tea

2009-01-30T12:52:00.007+07:00

december 2008

Dear Mom, happy birthday ...

2009-01-23T23:43:00.002+07:00

dig into my heart, nothing but love you ...

Jakarta: The Answer

2008-12-20T22:28:00.003+07:00

the definition of communication is simply said on one sentence: who - say what - to whom - in which channel - with what effect (Harrold Lasswell) ... latter the 'noise' element being put on the communication studies in the late 60es ..
the reason that communication is being learning for wider scope these days is that ... we just need to answer the question ... (what the efff... ) I got no idea just wanna answer the phone and get my body on my bed in home. Just wanna go home for Xmas and New Year holiday with an answer to Family and LSD ... :P

So ... have a great holiday for you all out there. Wish you the best time ever with lovely family, friends and the gang. I'll be back round Feb, hopefully with (again) one answer to Indonesian history period 1934-1938 ... one that we almost forgot about. (I'll tell you latter, internet is one of luxurious thing in Ende - Flores Island, I think Ill be out for a while)

just ordinary snap while being working with great research team on Kali Adem issue in Jakarta. Thank you folks for the trust and all your effort to the piece of crap that I just created (thankfully I know a great writer to balance my images on the project) again ... thank you a bunch ... here is my answer to you ...

Kali Adem: exhibition

2008-12-17T15:20:00.003+07:00

December 19th 2008
University of Indonesia
Depok - Indonesia.
(also will be published on Legal Social Digest)

Bandung - Refresh

2008-12-16T10:05:00.002+07:00

another sunny Sunday ...

Year End Project

2008-12-08T23:17:00.004+07:00

currently on assignment at Jakarta Utara to 18th of December from Fakultas Hukum Universitas Indonesia (UI's Law Faculty). Revealing the life of the fisherman at Muara Angke riverside - Kali Adem, Jakarta Utara. First reminder, leave your kitten eh I mean shoes alone ...
I wish I can come out with a piece of so called essay in the end and get kicked with the feed back from you folks ...
Foods ready, wish me luck kay !!

Survive

2008-12-04T04:44:00.003+07:00

I just lost a year ... but I still survive.

Ganja, Vodka, Mother Marry, Rainy Days and You

2008-11-22T02:04:00.004+07:00

I just realized that it has been a very long time I haven't speaking to Mother Marry. I must admit that I'm not a religious person. But between me and Her, we have a funny conection. It just I never talk to Her latelly, 12 years I think !! So I decided to go to a very quiet place at Ngijo - Wonosari (20-30 kms from Jogjakarta)where there is a little church with 'mini Lourdes' at the back, not to talk to Mother Marry as Lennon did on his Let It Be, but to get high and mumbling to my self about my rainy days. I was sitting and waiting for the rain to stop, praying for the rain to stop while LSD sleeping on my thigh. ah ... shes always be there for me.

Back to Jogjakarta, Malioboro Avenue.

The next day, gahtered with FN member at JEC.

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Disaster

2008-11-20T22:28:00.002+07:00

'mein Fuhrer, I can walk'

Till There Was You ... I miss You

2008-11-20T16:56:00.002+07:00

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Till there was you __ The Beatles

DPR, born to cook and serve: bon appetit !!

2008-11-17T21:26:00.003+07:00

on how I think about Dewan Perwakilan Rakyat (People's Representative Council)

nighty night at Bank Indonesia

2008-11-17T21:07:00.002+07:00

like one said before 'inflation su*ks' ...

Bunga Citra Lestari

2008-11-16T07:48:00.001+07:00

a.k.a BUCIL ...

1/2

2008-11-12T10:35:00.002+07:00

have a little faith
or perhaps ...
have a little fake that everything's OK. with the Pan F Plus I mean, not with my life (never being OK at all)

Siddhartha Gautama the enlightened one

2008-11-09T10:47:00.002+07:00

Prince Siddharta Gautama or 'the enlightened one' ....
a friend of mine, Gustavo Morejon [ http://www.puntodecomercio.com/ ] printed one of this series and hung it on his office ...

Break Stuff at Waterdrops Temple

2008-11-02T23:44:00.002+07:00

Break stuff at Waterdrops Temple a.k.a Candi Banyunibo alias 'the one and lonely' ...
really in mood for rippin' someones head off rite now, just like Limp Bizkit's Break Stuff lines ...

Railway Blues: with a distant memories on the refrain for the train

2008-11-01T18:58:00.002+07:00

I walked on a cloudy Friday afternoon to refresh my brain from all that I've been through and being thinking of lately. Clapton's Running on Faith went to coda on my i-pod and Walkin Blues just take the place as I noticed that, I have walked so far away from Hotel Amica to this unamicableness vacinage. It was not something that unfamiliar for me, I used to pass this place as a shortcut to the rest stories of my life but I never pay attention to the songs that this place being played. So I shut the i-pod off and carefully listen to the song and the tone. It was a blues song. One of the kind that wept you up. I had to clear out other sounds to got the lyric clearly and concentrated on every words, cos thats how you deal with a blues songs rite.
The rusty instruments played perfect minor tone, voiceless vocalist vocalized the blues breezely. They sang about something formerly and how it is at present. The golden era of their own, the love that they cherished with the joy that they brought on every journey. This lines sang with pride, high tone and faster beat. But as years passes by, they're aging and ended up the journey. Lonely. Iron molds all over the place as the sun and rain lead the way. On the refrain, the tone getting slower and lower till completely soundless. I put back the earphone and pushed the button but it did not play a single song though everything on the i-pod was OK. I guess I don't need to hear any sounds at all to enjoy that afternoon specially when my brain played blues of recent days and titled it BLANK, with the distant memories on the refrain for the ticket to ride and hit the railway with pleasant.
Walked back home and malted milk waited on door with a letter of good bye to the happy years that have been rolling on. Reading the letter ain't easy and malted milk getting bitter and hurt my tongue. I prefer sweet rat poison mixed with my black bitter coffee, or maybe I'll stand on the railway to the next journey while singing the BLANK blues with the distant memories on the refrain for the train. yeah distant memories on the refrain for the train till the end.

Short Trip to Jakarta

2008-10-26T02:54:00.005+07:00

Sinyo [www.arisinyo.fotografer.net] LSD and I made a short trip to Jakarta few days after Lebaran. Sinyo and I have planning the trip for about weeks before Lebaran to get to Pasar Baru in searching for developers, fixers, stop bath and some restainer also some films. Since I dont have anything to do cept finishing some writings and finishing Ayu Utami's 'Bilangan Fu' then why not having a little trip to the capitol city.
Remembering that a week before and after Lebaran, Jakarta would be crowdless, so it was the very great time to spent some days at the capitol without getting stressed out for its original weather: traffic. We took an executive night train, and honestly that was my very first time to travelling with expensive ticket to ride for whole of my train travel. But I must say, the air conditioning sucks, I felt like one of the vegetables and fishes on my moms refrigerator. Thankfully they served a nice blended coffee and alongside with my cigarettes I pushed temperature up outside the room.
We arrived at Jakarta early morning and straight to Pasar baru which did not open yet ,so we have to wait about two hours. After got what we searching for we laid down our exhausted body at LSD's home, having 'hommie' lunch and took some nap. Diwa picked us up at the station on that afternoon, and then we went to Pakde Sanny's crib. ah yeah, kinda miss this person so much ... we spent a night there.
The next days, we went to Kota Tua and Beos Station. Well I guess everybody own some frames of this place. So hunt there gonna be a repetition of works, making snaps over and over again. Kinda boring things for me although that also my firts time visit that two places. At Kota Tua I found 'Day-sleepers' who did not care for what happening around and at Beos I got curios people which I called 'Curio-Citizen' plus a cold soft drink to counter the heat of theese days noon.
After enjoying the traffic-less Jakarta, we lunched at Kelapa Gading and few hours latter back to Jogjakarta. If you said that I copied Edi Hasbi on the first image, you are right although mr.Habi's work is thoushand times better than mine :P
Whatsoever, I would dedicated this post to Sinyo, thank dude for the trip that worth millions than this creepy images.

Day Sleepers at Kota Tua

Curio-citizen

BLT

2008-10-23T16:47:00.002+07:00

a government policy for its citizen ... extra fund for the poor, as a impact of the global oil price, inflation and bla bla bla ... whatever, its all about the money.

[fill in the] Blank

2008-10-21T05:49:00.006+07:00

if you saw a thing, please contact me. coz I can not find a single thing. nothing left behind

huh ...

after 555 days and nights, its good bye

2008-10-21T05:00:00.005+07:00

Karolus Naga: so ...
**** ********* : bye ...
Karolus Naga: what do you mean with that ??
**** ********* : good bye and thank you for everything ...
**** ********* : i will keep you in my heart
**** ********* : as a story for me in the future ...
**** ********* : you will always on my mind
Karolus Naga:
Karolus Naga: ???
Karolus Naga: is this the day ??
**** ********* : :)
**** ********* : bye now. i really gtg ...
**** ********* : 3 times ...

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whatever you think, whatever you say, whatever comes from your keyboard ...
its enough. no more dorky-egotistical agony on the stream. oops i forgot, somebody did that before me ... whatever, I just wanna say good bye. have a nice day. hope you all right out there and wish you all the best on everything you do. and please dont stop for being the perfect one for other, coz you are for me. take care and send my best regard to whole.... adios ...

WYSIWYG

2008-10-17T13:34:00.002+07:00

'in teaching us a new visual code, photograps alter and enlarge our notions of what is worth looking at and what we have a right to observe. they are a grammar and, even more importantanly, an ethics of seeing. to photograph is to approprioate the thing photographed. it means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world ... ' --- Susan Sontag

What you see is what you get BUT what you get is more than what you see. It never became a matter at all whether what you see is overexposed, underexposed, out of focus or not even a beautiful piece of artsfull works. You choose and you shoot, that is the way you create things on your frames. Let the rest - in which called 'reading phase' -become the viewers issue. Let them kill you, rape you, or even adore you. It does not mean that ''what you can tell' like the journalism shoots, but most off all is what is the stories behind those 36 of your frames. The unexposed things i.e who you hunt with, why you hunting that time, who you met, what's their stories etc. those unexposed stories is what you get from your way of seeing to create what we named it : photographs ...

I just found a photo contest site that worth to enter: www.pestabloggerphotocontest.com
They have Oscar Motuloh, Arbain Rambey, Jerry Aurum, Deniek Sukarya and Dibyo Gahari as the judges... I must say WOW !!! those are Indonesian Heroes ...

The tale of dead trees at Merapi

2008-10-09T17:26:00.006+07:00

This is the tale of a murder that occurred almost three years ago in the dusty hills of northern Jogjakarta. It is the account of the power of mother nature. It is the story of how a quiet trees community became bitterly and even violently murdered. It is a love story with a plot as tangled as Romeo and Julliet that mesh so suddenly with the blasted hot material and clouds. It is the story of the most dramatic homicide case ever to have come out of this rural area around Merapi cliff forest. In the end they are all dead ...

Lazy August

2008-10-08T00:51:00.008+07:00

Publication:

8 of my free images published on Law Social & Development Journal (LSD Journal), an International Law Faculty Journal in English - Bahasa based on Jakarta. The Journal it self published by the University of Indonesia Law Faculty and distributed to several Law Faculties all around the globe.

Photo Essay 'Conquer Death - vaya con Dios' published on third edition of exposure magazine [http://www.exposure-magz.com/archive.php]
The project it self still going on and has been started since 2005. They put along side with Penny Pujiati's 'Dear Death' essay, and it was really a great set of pictures of her. I'm glad to be on the same theme to which the exposure-magz called it 'Death Discussion' with the great person like her.
Exposure Magazine is a free on-line magazine by fotografer.net. You can dowload it on three options size, or you might interesting to submit some pictures or writings to ... Fell Free to visit the site and get the magz ...

Gathering with on-line friends:
Alun ALun Utara: August 17th & 18th: Took some independence snaps with Wid, LSD, Alwan, Titis, Suryo, Jan ...
ah yeah, this one is Wid on the podium ... some sort of HCB's Soekarno from Indonesia 1949 ... cept the Yamaha of course ..

Jogja Fashion Week with some Journalists pall ...

Ngasem Market with Lia, Zamrud, Lambok, Wid, LSD, Tondo and Diwa. The previous post is all about it ...

Sholat Ied at Parankusumo Beach with Final Toto and Alex ...

Jeng Anna just arrived from spain, and once again me, Wid, Lucas and Anas went to Ngasem on a hot bright day ... well, finally met the idol.
.... the whole mont, laziest month with the tricks and tips to deal with the expired Ilford Pan F50. This would be my very first time to handle the slow speed pan plus ... I'll tell about it latter, still discussing with some masters on the fotografer.net and oom Herry ... all i want to is lazy !!

Jogja - Ngasem Market

2008-09-29T13:20:00.005+07:00

Ngasem Market, it's a well known bird market in Jogjakarta. Plenty of birds available on the salesment with argueable price. Birds has become an etno-hobby for the Javanese, each house will have a birds in front of their house wheter it's a Pigeon or an eagle.
This tradition (keeping birds) has being adopted from generation to generation. On a folk-lore, a King who love to gamble put his kingdom (including palace and the entire things on it) on a roaster fight bet. These days, dove competition can earn some bucks which equals to 1 DS Mark III or even more. And the wining award birds usually high at price.
Latelly on 2006-2007 the N1H5 virus or Avian Flu struck down this market. The impact for the income to the birds seller, bird-cage maker, birds food shop so great ans some of them have to closed down for the moment.
The goverment made some threatment and latter on this Avian Flu no longer a major issue (but still it is for now on and latter. I heard Ronny and other fella are working on this. success mate) and the market alive once more. On every sinday morning, you will find this market full of people and of course fill of birds, high quality bird cage and accesories.

in Ngasem, not only birdie thing that you can get. There are also puppies, snakes, insects, meats, vegetables, farious foods, I even met this Persian Cat - what a cool cat !!

all with ilforfd 3200, pull down to 400 furnished with 'Sabun Sirih and Mama Lemon" :P