One fine sunday afternoon.

last sunday afternoon i went to casa, kemang

to meet an old friend of mine.

we always managed to meet up, for a quick session of

brainstorming, exchanging minds, or just playing around making fun

of the people we know or we don't know.

and that's not gossiping.

we're mimicking and imitating, but never gossiping.

sunday afternoons has always been my fave time of the week.

by 4 pm, i usually came out of the cage, driving around

in my car and smoking pot non-stop, pretending i'm a fuckin netherlands

stranded in polluted jakarta.

anyways.

here's a few shots i captured while we we're talking about

love, lust, life, economic climate, orgy, drug dealers,

modus operandi, the culture gap between generation X, Y and Z,

lipstick, simulacra simulacrum, michel gondry and adang daradjatun.

the view from our couch.

the lonesome pillows.

lean back. turn left. there they are. snap snap.

the old fella. a great mind stuck in a perv's being.

three little pigs waiting for the fox to blow away their houses.