cover3 After a long, arduous steps, I have finally published my most recent project that took a bit of time to make - Buskers. Buskers tells the story of the art of street musical performance, and the people behind it (click on the image or here to go to the project). It is an ongoing project, but I had to share the first part because it felt so close to my heart, and perhaps because it's a personal message to a friend.

It is not everyday that we meet people who inspires us, and I blame fate to have allowed me to have met such an inspiring figure, B - the man behind the first part of the busker project. I truly hoped that my work - to a certain point - captured the essence of the man, for my words could never have. I have never met a man more open to strangers, both through music and rconversations, as B. Warm as a kindling fire to anyone who approaches him, I had wondered how B's past had affected him. I, of course, am in no place to understand the links between his story and his present, and can only gaze in wonders.

In the end, this post is a message to B - it has been a great pleasure in meeting you. It has been a great learning process, and I did learn a lot from you. I truly hope that whatever you are doing will be fruitful, and that you never stop being a source of warmth in the cold of winter, nor the comfort of rain in the draught of summer.

Cheers, Adi

And so it was

Following a couple of hours of plane ride was three days of marriage ceremonies - my sister's of course; not mine. Having been married already in the states, my parents longed to see her married in our hometown Makassar, in front of our grandmothers, and inside the church we had been going to for long. That time arrived yesterday. The procession was complex as it was long, with one formalities followed by another, long hours in the humid air of the typical townhouse, and sometimes inexplicable activities, and yet the couple marched through. With all the camera around, almost dictating every single move, it was hard to get a glimpse of truth in the whole situation, but perhaps, just perhaps, I managed to obtain some - a small window in which nothing matters but love. _MG_7763



At the end, perhaps there's more to marriage than the photos, and that photographers should strive to capture real moments instead of creating them. Also perhaps, is that I know nothing about weddings, and am just being a bitter old man. All those bitterness dissolved down the sink when I then realize that regardless of what the people put them through, it was their moment, as a couple, in a home where she lived in. Moments of truth will arise when it felt the need to, wherever they are, whenever it is. Love needed made, and so it was.

Another three cheers for a sweet marriage. Huzzah, Huzzah, Huzzah.


Studio Shoot with Andrea and Petalie

I had the honor to work along a great photographer and a great model last Tuesday; Andrea and Petalie. The two of us - Andrea and I - decided to put LCC's studio to good use. Andrea managed to invite a great model who stood, sat, and pose around for a three long hours. Thank you, Petalie. Along with Petalie, Andera himself became a model for my shoot - the results of which I was rather happy with. This would be the first time I ever work with such wonderful studio light (graduating from a 'speedlight on a tripod stand' strobe) - and more than one at that. _MG_0455



With Petalie, I decided to go black and white; the theme being longing and waiting - for some reason. Petalie was being very helpful with the amount of poses she suggested.



And finally one where I wanted to accentuate her gorgeous looks.


At the end of the day, it was a lot of learning done in a couple of hours; not to mention great pics. Again, Thank you to Andrea and Petalie for your time, help, and participation!


Full Manual

The plastic bag rustled as I put it on top of the wooden table; I reached inside,grabbing some sandwich and a bottled water. I had just arrived early at the campus, we were supposed to meet at 10; it was 9.50. Eating the first couple of bites, I noticed a man running towards the large campus glass windows, and looked inside before smiling a large smile at me - he soon joined me at the table. The man was Andrea, one of the many who joined the group of people pursuing the path of photojournalism in my college._MG_0738 Later that day, we spent close to six hours huddling in the darkness for our first portfolio presentation - it was then when I truly realized how high the bar is for the class. 32 people in the class presented, all of which had wonderful works, many of which were very well thought and organized. "Full manual," paul, the magnum photographer - course director said, giving us our first assignment. "35 mm lens, 400 iso, full manual, and pay attention to everything in your frame," he continued. So i did.

The next couple of images were all in full manual (except for one picture - I was holding a giant book, and could not use my hand to focus, so I set to autofocus) iso 400, manual exposure. The only difference is that I was using a 50mm instead of 35, since it's the only prime I have.







Intermezzo - A congratulatory post AKA yay for work!

_MG_0564-3 I would like to take a short moment to congratulate a good friend of mine for her recent employment - to acknowledge the amount of work she had put into this job hunt; directly, indirectly, or anywhere in between. The amount of time, the emotional roller coaster, the anxiety and troubled minds. The barrage of emails, the replies, and the prayers and whatnot. Today I raise my glass to this great tidings, and say a word of congratulatory; even when you don't hear it. For towards whatever ends this employment will take you, you had deserved it, through and through. I raise my glass to you.


_MG_0512 On a side note - good luck for your immediate first day of work.

Not every Fridays are filled with parties and booze - unless you have this app!!... maybe...

In an unusual, friend related post, I was held at a gunpoint to promote this startup funding for a wonderful new app to be built from scratch (yes, from scratch - pen, paper, and bananas and stuff; might include computers at some point, I don't know) by my good pals in Columbus, OH. Seriously though, the app seemed to be pretty cool; it tracks weekend events around you - with magic. Foo fighters concert? COOL! DGM is suddenly playing in your neighborhood music hall? hells yeah! JB concert? time to catch up on some work. With HiFriday, your Fridays will be filled with joy, happiness, and excitement (disclaimer: some friends may be required). They're putting a lot of work into this project, and would love to see your thoughts, questions, and support for the startup fund for the project! You can check the startup project below:

or you can go straight to the Dev's blog, here!

How to VOTE

If you liked the idea of having fun on a friday night; vote for it! or at least ask them how it works!


A guitarist named Eric; no, not johnson.

_MG_9520-2 "A guitarist has to be in love with their guitar," Eric said to me as I commented on his highly NSFW unpublishable "guitar kiss" photo we took during a photoshoot earlier today. A close friend of mine, Eric is not only a wonderful guitarist with lightning fingers (a very slow lighting, but lightning nonetheless), but also one with a tremendous knowledge in guitars - the wood, the frets, design, sound, pickups, bridge, and everything a guitarist needs to know to love their guitar. It is therefore, only true to form to make a portrait of him with his guitar, and I was given the honor to take my best friend's picture.

We took a number of pictures, and despite the day being hot and humid, not to mention the location being less than comfortable, Eric marched through with every single request from myself and another friend of mine. "Strafe right please," "relax and just play the damn guitar," "try raising the guitar more," and the most painful request being "can you kneel for a while?" which ended up with him kneeling on concrete ground for close to half an hour. The result, however, was quite good.


We made quite a number of shots; some which are better than others. That said, I consider many of them to be rather good. Following are one or two shots which I liked. In reality, we had no uses for any of this pic - merely some fun and studies to be done regarding "studio" lighting (in this case, studio lighting equals EX430 flash and a diffuser). Lessons were learned, pictures were made, and fun was had. Good day.



And Then There Were Three

_MG_4683A year had passed since the last Columbus College of Art And Design graduation commencement, and this year she is proud to present us three more proud graduates from its bosom. Those that knows them knows how much they had poured into their craft, and those who don't had missed the acquaintance of three of the most wonderful artists I had ever seen. I was honored, and lucky enough to take their pictures as they walk upon the grand stage where they set down their cornerstone, upon which they will look back in pride - "that was where I started", they would say. First and foremost - a congratulations; or rather, three congratulations, one for each of the graduates. Incidentally, I am indebted to all three of the graduates much much too deeply, so a couple of words must be said about each of them.


Vincent Tjandra. Where can I ever be today without the shoulder, words, and heart of this fine young lad? I could go on forever, but open minds and ears, patient; kind; passionate heart, and unforgiving critiques, are among the very little I can say. It was perhaps a little over three years ago when I met him, and his heart had called him somewhere else - perhaps much like myself. I had never meet someone as patient nor kind as him, and yet so strong in his stance against the world - this would lead him to the choice he made a little while ago, a choice even I would see as fitting. Those who hadn't heard of the full story should ask him in person, but as for now, I would rather just say: Thank you for the long nights of conversation, thank you for the stupid pointless things we've talked about, those which without, most of my times in Columbus wouldn't have been as much fun - and as meaningful. Congratulations, Vichan. Wherever life takes you, you'll make a deep impact; and I shall find you again. Again; congratulations.

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Arianni Kurniawati. It would be massively unfair to compare anni to Vichan, but this I have heard many times, for aside from Vichan, I had never met someone as kind and gentle as Anni. Such humbleness, such kindness, such caring. Funny, smart, understanding, and headstrong. Those that know her as much (or as little) as I do, would wholeheartedly agree with what I just said. A long time ago she accompanied me on the rooftop of the parking lot in OSU, and we talked for hours end. One can only pretend to be so nice when talking to Anni, for soon they will be pulled down through her personality - as was what happened to me. She didn't say much but the words from her heart, and the things she had obtained through the years, and yet it humbled me beyond those I had ever experience before - a surreal yet wonderful experience. Talking to Anni had always been, and I dare say, will always be comfortable for reasons I had said prior. If what she has doesn't make her an amazing artist in the future, I don't know what will. Ariani Kurniawati, Congratulations, much, much congratulations I give unto you, and a billion thank you.






Vania Ardelia Soemarsono. There are so much I could write here, a little of which could be captured in the photo I took above. When I asked her if she was close to the (correct me if I'm mistaken) president of CCAD of whom she hugged above, she answered; "not really." "Why, then?" I asked; upon which she said: "Why not?" Wonderful spontaneity, vast, boundless mind, yellow green imaginations, along with a million other colors incomprehensible to others. I had seen passion in others, but none like the one she had. I had delved into minds of others, but none as wonderful as hers. I try to capture what she sees with my camera, and never had I succeeded aside from a few very tiny tiny hint of success. I had never have a talk as encouraging as the talks I had with her, and nowhere as wonderful. I wished I could say more, but I prefer to leave some for myself. I have said this a long time before, and I will say it again, I love your art, and long to see the future you hold. Vania ardelia soemarsono, thank you for everything, thank you for showing me what I thought was improbable, and, I give you my congratulations, and wishes for future others can only imagine.




Now truly, I could say a lot more about these three people, but my I don't want to soil what reality they had with my writings. Vincent Tjandra, Ariani Kurniawati, and Vania Ardelia Soemarsono; thank you for your friendship, thank you for everything. Words cannot describe the wonders you three behold, and I truly love all three of you. Congratulations.

Yours truly, Adhytia Dwiprakoso Putra


Tales of Cities: LA long overdue

DSCF5445-2 "L.A. is all about food!" my friend Alex told me as we slurp our ramen noodle, and about food, L.A. indeed is. I promised a good ol' friend of mine to visit him in the states when he arrived in L.A. A year later, there I was eating everything L.A. has to offer. When my fabulous guide, Alex, said that L.A. is about food, I scoffed at him in disbelief; I later gained unmentionable amount of pounds added to my weight after visiting for a mere 3 days - I was proven wrong. Before getting into all the street/people photography, I have to make a tribute to (what i believe to be) L.A.'s most delicious offering: Crispy pork gra pow, deep fried pork belly with basil sauced topped with egg and duck meat upon request. Around an hour before midnight, Alex and I arrived at a small restaurant in a small thai complex, also filled with other thai restaurants. Our restaurant itself is a particularly small one, holding only seven to ten tables, fitting perhaps only as much as thirty. "You had to try the crispy pork," Alex told me, "it's the A1," he continued, pointing to the menu. When the steaming pile of rice, pork, and egg arrived, he looked at me with a glimmer in his eyes, waiting for me to take a bite - I can now truly understand why. My eyebrows were raised in surprise and slight disbelief. It was glorious.

IMG_9373 There is not enough words to describe how delicious this dish is.

In the days to come, I came to figure out that L.A., other than its delicious morsels, also provides a potential for people photography. In between Universal studios, and Santa Monica beach, I had my canon on my shoulder all throughout the days, and kept shooting until I couldn't anymore. Below are the select few of my pictures.





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Of course, along with people photography, I took a bunch of other pictures. IMG_9122







All in all, photo wise, it was a very rewarding experience, much less so for my health, but the crispy pork was well worth it. I had to eat it once again before I left L.A. So thank you, Alex for being my guide and great host for three days straight, I will have the crispy pork again if I was to return to L.A. Untill then, here's another picture of you:



More Films

I tried to spend more time with my film cameras; shooting slides with fuji velvia 100.  I still had some trouble with metering, but will get better over time. Hopefully. Meanwhile, these are the result from my two film cameras: leica M3, 35mm/2.8 summaron:

Nikon FE, 50mm/1.8:

Journey with a friend

Where will my curiosity take me, if not the unknowns? and what better way do I have find out than to walk? With that in mind, I called a good friend of mine living in Wooster, OH. "Andika, what say you I go to Wooster this weekend?" I said. An okay away and there I was, 12 AM in the morning, driving towards Wooster, a little over an hour away from Columbus, OH. I went to Wooster to meet an old friend, and to get fresh with my head; my old friend also helps with the second one. I brought with me my Camera, a wide angle lens, a tripod, a cable release, and left Columbus. I arrived at Andika's house at a little over 1 AM; it took a little over half an hour for him to recover from his sleep before we can start our journey.

The night was dark, the moon red; it was a night unlike others I've had in Columbus - I suppose it was normal in Wooster. We went to some fields where I would stood my tripod to take pictures. "I swear those fireflies have some kind of firing pattern in their glow", he would say; we would continue to chat non-stop as I kept taking pictures. One of the fields we went to, a soccer field behind a church, was full with fog. The skies were starry, and the grounds cold, wet with morningdew. We stayed there for almost an hour, if not a little more, and chat throughout the night.

The time was close to 4 AM when we finally decided to leave the soccer fields. Andika was aware of a swamp that he found interesting, and we were going to go there to check things out. As we drive through the city of Wooster, we passed through an interesting spectacle by the side; I noticed a mechanical monstrosity hid behind the thick fog. I yanked Andika and asked him what that was. "A train weighting station, and a junkyard" he said, "wanna go there?". Now both of us have a gleam on our eyes that says "yes" - so we stopped there. We walked around the junkyard, behind the thick fog, a skeletal-dome like structure looked sinister, especially when the surroundings are bathed in red and green glow.

A little more walking around and we noticed three trucks were left to dust in the junkyard, next to a couple more vehicles.

As dusk approached, we decided that we wanted to take some pictures of the sunrise, so we headed to a lake in Wooster. Unfortunately, the sun was faster than us, rushing towards the horizon in the speed of, well. a sun. We stopped next to a soybean fields to take some pictures of the sunrise. As i snapped a couple picts, Andika managed to identity the stage of growth of the soybean plants, along with their health conditions. It is as good of a time as any to explain that Andika is a soybean researcher focusing in mycologic diseases.

As we walked back towards our car, I snapped a couple more pictures.

Seeing as we were close to the lake, we decided to pay a visit. We visited the lake's marina, and walked around.

Close to 8 AM in the morning we decided to go home and get some quick rest - it turned out to be a 4 hour rest. At 12PM, we went out again to visit the city of Wooster. We came across a gemshop, filled with stones and gems. The owner was nice enough to answer all of our questions, which took him almost an hour. By the end of the day, we had grown to like the guy and the shop, we decided that we're gonna go stone searching and return there with any results for him to shape.

As we exited the store, Andika received a phone call from his friend. I barely heard words like "goat, beer, drinks, this afternoon?". He hung up, turned to me, and say "do you wanna eat some goat?" A friend of his just finished slaughtering a whole goat, and asked if we wanted to come over and enjoy the spoils - So I said "yes!" with all my might.

Andika's friend, Godwill, is one heck of a guy, he hunts, prepares, and cook one hell of a goat too. Along with his cousin and families, Godwill helped brighten the rest of the day with barrage of delicious dishes of goat - Goat leg, goat liver, and goat soup. Goat, beer, and company, there's no way the day could get any better - oh and a lot of dancing with the newest African music. It was an unbelievable lunch, Godwill and his family couldn't be more hospitable.

The trip ended at 4 PM; I was pleased, Andika was pleased and promised to tell me when he'd visit Columbus. It was such a great time. He left off with a gem of words: "Wooster, is a small city, but what makes it worthwile, is the people in it" - I couldn't agree more; Godwill and his family is a testament to that. I will visit wooster again, and if you have a friend there, don't be afraid to visit. Wooster is a gem within a gem.

Man of the Day

Yesterday a friend of mine, HT asked me if I wanted to accompany him to take some picts of HH, who had just graduated a few weeks ago. Another friend, WS, came along with a beast in his hand; Canon EF 85mm f1.2 L; this blew everyth picture we take out of the water. But we marched on; and HH became the man of the day. Congrats HH!

From The eyes of Leica M3

After a long time, I finally got the chance to get the films from my M3 developed. All of the picts I took are without exposure metering, as my leicameter wasn't (and still is not yet) working. Surprisingly none of the picts are severely over/under-exposed, which makes me happy. Some of the pictures even are surprisingly good. Not bad for no metered  exposure shooting. The Color photos did not come out as good as the B/W, as the exposure was way more difficult to do without a meter, but at the end, it was heck of a lot of fun.


A small journey

What is it that compels us to travel 2.5 hours from Columbus only to return the same night at 12 AM? Nothing. One good friend of mine during the voyage said "it's the journey that matters", and boy I couldn't agree more. It was a wednesday afternoon when we decided to randomly go to Cleveland to check out a waterfall there. the Brandywine waterfalls. Another friend of mine told me that we should just go on the same day, just because; so we did, we gunned the trip for no apparent reason other than "just because", which is sometimes more reason than one (or three) ever needed. In the middle of the path, we came across a giant bridge, which attracts our attention. We decided to just stop and take a couple of photos. The lights and the sky was nice; it was a good moment. When we then arrived at the waterfalls, it wasn't as nice as it seemed in the pictures, which is as expected seeing as this is summer and all. We took a couple of pictures anyway and go with it. A couple more strolls and we obtained more pictures of the area. Below are a couple of pictures from the voyage.


It is a good day. The weather is good, the skies are clear, and it's Saturday; but those are not the reason why the day was good. A friend of mine, JM is graduating, and she wasn't the only one who was happy for the occasion. JM obtained her bachelor in fine arts, after working restlessly for four years. Most of the art students that I know are exceptionally dedicated, and not to mention capable; JM was no exception, she was, if any, a perfect example. The four years was undoubtedly filled with things impossible to explain; meeting new people, learning new skills, understanding more about life, or even more about oneself. The four years culminated into this day, with JM proudly holding her diploma in her hands, signs of congratulations on her other. It is, however nowhere near the end for her long journey; more things are still to be unfold, more joys to be had, more lessons learned. Today was but another step of her life, but even so, it was a great, wonderful, beautiful, strong, and important step of her life.

All those said, I just wanted to congratulate you for your graduation. Congrats! I don't really have too much to give you on this glorious occasion, so in exchange, I hope this portrait of yours will do.