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Thursday, August 7, 2014

"Punk Paradox" by Claudya Marthen in Jakarta Fashion Week 2014

Studs and spikes.
Tulles and leather.
Chic and tough.
What more can I say?
This collection is fierce!




Wednesday, August 6, 2014

(When) The Honeymoon Phase (is Over)

The night is getting darker. A young lover was ready to end the day, when a random thought suddenly appears.

"When the honeymoon phase is over, we'll be back to our normal life, huh?"
"What?"
"Well... You'll chase the girls and I should face all the rejections."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That's how we live our life before we met each other."
"I thought we're going to have a new life."
"There's no such thing as new life, anyway, if we don't change ourselves to be a brand new person."
"I'll change."
"I told myself that I'll change, too, but there might be moments when my fear of rejection is about to rise again, like how it used to before I met you. In other way, you might find another girl(s) that prettier than me, hotter than me, smarter than me, and can give you wilder sex all night."
"Let's just enjoy the moment."
"...before it ends?"
"Don't be too cynical. I love you. You're beautiful."
"No one ever call me beautiful before, don't try to throw some bullshit on me."
"I'm not--"
"I'm tired. Let's just sleep."

***

The door is open. A cab in the driveway. The driver is putting some luggage into the trunk.

"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I've been thinking about it all night."
"I know you weren't sleeping. I heard you crying. I wasn't sleep all night, too. I can't believe you made this decision."
"I can't believe it either, but we aren't ready to move out of our past."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's just me being so afraid of getting hurt."
"What will you do now?"
"I will live all by myself, made a moratorium on relationship things..."
"...so no one will ever hurt you again? That's ridiculous. You're torturing yourself. You're hurting your own heart."
"It will be better than seeing you flirt with other girls."
"But I've promised you I won't do that anymore!"
"No--"
"YOU'RE BEING SO PARANOID!"
"Don't shout. Please. Don't shout."
"YOU'RE A PARANOID DRAMA QUEEN BITCH! YOU BLAME ME FOR SOMETHING I HAVEN'T DONE!"
"I promise I'll be back when I'm ready."

The door has closed.