High Style in Wall Street
"Shia LaBeouf is a bike-riding hot-shot broker in Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps." This one line alone can give a high-voltage electrical jolt to any fashion stylist working in Hollywood. This is definitely a wet dream comes true. To dress the adorable LaBeouf in a mix of sleek suit and leather jacket, and a combination of energetic youth and fresh new bucks to spell capitalism in all capitals.
LaBeouf's fashion in the movie is all about his character, and he carries them flawlessly. Brimming with ambition, he carries the suit and the tie, and a pair of Kenneth Cole Reaction Note Pad...
My New Sound of Music
I was revisiting the Von Trapp's mansion once again in The Sound of Music when it struck me; how the older generation from Soeharto regime in Indonesia was inspired by this movie ... to have such kind of exaggerating luxury as their own. We are talking about a movie so popular at such a period of time in Indonesia where cronies prospered in the name of gold and glory. The immediate effect was obvious in the then booming houses with Roman columns, and crystal chandeliers, and all other things European. These dudes then learned ballroom dancing, enjoyed classical music, and sent their...
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The Passing of My Father
On July 3, 08.27 am, Jakarta time, my father passed away. During the time of grief, I had been shedding no tears. My initial reaction upon receiving the news was a relief that he had been given a chance to rest eternally in peace. I prepared myself in no rush to join the rest of my family in the funeral house to start a four-nights period of wake.
That Saturday morning was almost as another day to me - I took time for shower, made my own simple breakfast consisting of whole wheat bread with apricot and boysenberry jam, had my vegetable and fruit juice, then ran to the closest Starbucks to...