10.22.2010

The Girls of The Lighthouse

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"What is the meaning of life?... a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark."


-To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf-


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There are days where the lighthouse gets so lonely, even under the sunlight. In days like that, some pretty spirits are ready to banish the sad feeling away. They are formed from the sun-shaped grasses, enhanced by the light, the soul are as broad and as deep as the sea, yet, they are very bubbly and fluffy as the cloud.

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Together they explore the mysterious tree maze and tree cave~ their little hideaway. Together they will climb the tree higher, laugh louder, play harder, and love better. Together, we will wait for any sad soul out there..promising a picnic together where all of us can goes deep to the tunnel, climb the trees up to the cloud, walking barefeet on the white sand to the deep blue sea.. and away we'll fly!


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And no, it was not a dream.

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(the end)


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Miy + Intan + Diela
All dresses by Mignon

More photos of The Picnic Pal here


Photographed by Dito Yuwono


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10.17.2010

The Spirit of the Lighthouse

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Mercusuar itu | That lighthouse
adalah kamu yang berdiri menatap laut | is you who stands gazing at the sea
setiap malam menemani ombak| every night accompanying the waves
menanti purnama | waiting for the full moon
membisikan sunyi.. | whispering silence..
(written by my friend for me, once upon a time)

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Where is the boundary of what's real and what's not? Can you see the thin silver line that separates those two? How do you know that the life you're living is not a dream and one day, at one point, you'll wake up realizing that you just had a longest sleep?

Just like that.


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Because this morning, I woke up as the spirit of a lighthouse. I remember every night, I'll stand still and strong accompanying the waves that comes closer yet never close enough; waiting for the red moon to shine down on me, yet never really feel its cold silvery touch.


Every night I'll whisper silence, solitude, and trying to get the lost souls back to their home: guiding them with the light. Every night, I serves as a giant torch light standing still by the sea.


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But every morning, I'll wake up in the most cheery manner, gently stroked by the sunshine. I love to touch the breeze, to taste the gentleness of the waves tickling my skin, to feel the sands under my barefoot, to listen to the busy chattering trees, to smell the sweet grass, to be accompanied by the nature.

No more whispers of silence or solitude. The world is awake, am I alive or am I dreaming?


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..to be continued..


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Miy
White Dress / Mignon
Bandana / Strawberry
Bow (worn as a belt) / Miy's

Photographed by Dito Yuwono


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