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Making over an ordinary woman becoming like a supermodel, could be a hard job to do.

So I salute this soap vendor who’s made this Lux 100 Diva, by inviting its customer to make them over like glitterati and capturing them in extravaganza luxurious pictures.

If this photo is cutted one by one and these girls looked like being captured each on their owns, the result remains great. Everything are perfect, the dresses, the hair, the make-up, the light, even the style suits, too. I’m so vexed, who’s the stylist? I’d like to carry all of my cousins here and I’ll order the crews to direct all of us. It’s so astonishing that I can’t determine which one is my favorite spot. The seven of them rock!

Yup, I know that this writing of mine is a little bit too late, coz these photos have been exhibited earlier in Pacific Place last October.

But coz I’m dying to appreciate these beautiful pictures, and for it I must wait for X-mas to return home for getting a scanner for these, so please forgive me for posting this blog release so lately.

I definitely love this photo mostly. The idea of lining the girls aligning on a high trap forming a diagonal row with vary styles of sitting, is really brilliant. My favorite spots are the girls sitting on the center; what a great style to pose. But I still raise my thumb to the miss who sits on the top, coz the unintended style pose of sitting by straddle really rocks. Gosh, when can I have smooth legs like those?

But I assure you that these pictures are still worthy to comment now.

I’m still confused about the essence of the Lux 100 Diva event, is it for appreciating its hundred of lucky customers, or even becoming an exhibition event for uploading the prestige of the portfolios of the photographers, the make-up artists, the stylists, and the fashion designers?

Well, if the answer is the first one, then I have to say, that actually the ladies’ poses aren’t really astonishing, if you don’t wanna call it ordinary.

But for the owners of the portfolios?

Well, what can I do anymore except raising the four of my thumbs?

Simple, solitary, but still beautiful totally. These are the poses which not force for sich ome people who never been models, but still the results are pretty; suits for the sample in professional photo studios whose consumer targets are common families. D’ya know why I pick up this photo as my favorite? Yup, coz the girls smile. My favorite spot is the fourth from the right. You really know how to make your chest look adorable!

As an amateur photo enjoyer (not the photo is amateur, but the way of enjoying is still amateur!), I learn from these photos by Nurulita Maulana, Nicoline Malina, Glenn Prasetya, and Erich Silalahi, that being dressy for camera is almost as hard as dressing someone to camera itself.

We can state a photo as a good one from different factors.

This time my amateur observing agree that foundation is the exactest instrument to make someone “ordinary” becomes “extraordinary”. I don’t have a heart to imagine the real looks of these girls without make-up. Thank to the great make-up artists who’d balanced them from the heavy hair-do-s. My favorite spot is the second from the left on the front. I have to learn to sit unintended like that. Like holding on a fart, but still gorgeous.

Some photo is adorable to see from far away, but when you see it closer you’ll find out that it’s disapointing.

Lighting does matter, too, coz not all photo looks good in light; even a really dark photo can make an ordinary look become more luxurious.

And actually the objects don’t always determine; on the brief I’d like to raise my thumbs for Vista Milana, Wingky Wijaya, and Mira Warganegara, who could direct these great photo models though the objects didn’t look like supermodels.

Thumbs raising for the fashion designers of the ladies. I really love the ideas to mix the pastel colors and match them with black in any accents. The photographer had turned the lights to the right direction, made the girls who actually looked edgy become bright. My favorite spot is the miss red who holds the walls on behind. Yes, it’s true that the walls “trap” her, but that style just makes her attractive!

Photo models have their own challenges coz one of their mission is must be able to signalize the luxurious outfit that they wear, and too bad some photos sometimes failed to perform it.

Though, who doesn’t know the designs of Arantxa Adi, Rusly Tjhonardi, Ade Sagi, Stella Rissa, and Windy Chandra?

Say congratz to red. The background has become the extra score for the photo. The blocks are intended to help the object posing, but I think in some sides they just confuse the objects for making styles, and finally they’re just stucked coz they must “lean” on the blocks. The result is, the beautiful outfits ain’t visible. My favorite spot? The lady who sits on the left pillow. Your chandelier, your sit, you’re mature and fearless!

And it’s still difficult to make all of the people showing off each of their charm in a massal photo.

Some model looked prominent of their gorgeous aura, but sometimes the other models just look like supplement.

Theme of studio workshop a la sephia just makes this photo unique. The using of stairs which put awkwardly has strengthened the impression. Forget the minimalist lightning which makes these girls don’t look shimmering and the good-designed outfit just look ordinary. The Miss Brown on the front is my favorite. Even without the front position, her half prone position has made her looked stunning gorgeously!

However, viewed from any points of view, there are no ugly pictures.

We prove that these pictures have succeeded to make these ladies look like celebrities, only in one night.

If this photo really wanna show a theme of sisterhood, then the stylist may called succeed. The coz is, too many objects pose leaning on the next, make me ask whether they’re exhausted of too much photo session. Thank God the photographer use white as background, so these ladies look bright. My favorite spot is the lady on the center. Succeed in dominating almost the whole of the block just for herself, reminding me to myself. Join the club?!

Anyway, I’d like to think more, have these girls like real divas?

Coz, something’s missing in these divagenic mission that becomes the weak point of most of these pictures. Yup..why didn’t these girls smile up?

If it’s allowed, just slap the hairdressers. Big hair style a la Supreme just sinks the ladies. Gets worsened by the smileless expression, the photo just reminds me of the anniversary cover of a Thai queer magazine. Thanx for the beautiful dresses, otherwise, what would happen to the beautiful women. Turn on the light spot to the girl in bright dress on the left. Who’s taught you to lift your leg like that? Even without a stiletto, you look so amazing!

Does the image of a diva involve no smiles?

Coz if it’s true, then a diva really costs so high.

Especially the smile, probably cost a million dollars..!

Thanx to the founders of JPEG, GIF, and Bitmap, coz they’ve created a new source of conflict in my life.

I remember, five years or ten ago, when I’d just already learnt how to manage digital pictures of my dad’s camera, my brother asked me a favor to make him his digital photo. He said that he’d send it to his chatting buddy.

I laughed why he’d give his picture to a girl that he just knew in computer.

He answered that it’s for exchanging.

Reminded me about the old style of relationship, “As the sign of a new couple, let’s exchanging our photos to keep inside each of our wallets..”

Those years, the camera cellphone wasn’t the “it”.

So if you wanna have a picture, you should find an heavy camera, capture it, then wash it on the studio.

When the camera cellphone was booming, everyone was free to capture anywhere, anytime, just keep it inside the disc.

Thank God my brother nowadays never cares about sending photos to his chatting buddy.

The cyber friends who wanna see his look, now must be satisfied by viewing his picture in the friendship site, his most reliable photo while he was eating. He has no others.

I admonished him coz last years he always put his look, smoking in his room like a drug abuser.

Image of a drug addicted ain’t appropriate for his career as a brilliant engineer, but he didn’t listen to me. Careless is genetic in our family.

So this week, a Kenyan friend mailed me.

He’d seen the variations of my looks in my blog, but he still asked me to send him my own photo.

He might not be able to download pictures in web, maybe his Ph.D degree didn’t teach him to.

And for his plea, he gave a “down-payment” by attaching his own picture to me, though I never asked him to. 

I didn’t give a damn care to his request of my personal picture, so he got furious.

It’s funny actually imagining someone who never meets me at all and just talked to me via e-mail, suddenly gets mad just because I refuse to send him my picture.

Well, back to my brother’s tale.

That year, I told him, “Your photo, huh? Just wait a second, I’ll get you an Andy Lau in sunglasses..”

Put on the sunglasses, then my brother will look like Andy Lau. Put them off, then Andy Lau will look like.. not my brother.

Actually, I didn’t intend to compare my brother to this man. But if someone wants his picture, then pleasantly I’ll send this one. Not bad for frightening rats.

But I never approved his idea of photo exchanging with someone that he’d never seen.

How do you know that the cyber girl sends her real picture?

What if the face belongs to someone else?

Does it feel like making friends with a fake invisible ghost?

Then what if the photo you sent is abused?

It doesn’t matter if someone puts your photo in undesirable places and draws horns or moustache on your face, what if someone abuses your photo to frighten rat?

If you’re a celeb, you should let anyone display your look anywhere; on magazines, on banners, on restrooms, on siomay carts, on night bus bumpers.

That’s why people don’t exchange pictures personally like labile teenagers today.

That’s what social sites are for, to see and be seen.

You display yourself, then you exist.

You don’t show up yourself, you don’t exist. 

But sending your pictures personally to someone that you just know on-line?

Oh, that’s so last year..

In a regency that I shan’t mention the name (coz if I do, I know that tomorrow I’ll get my head snapped!), suddenly the cow farmers got lotta orders.

It’s annual Hajj pilgrimage a.k Idul Adha, a lotta people order cows, though the local citizens ain’t really rich.

Generally, the cows are ordered in the name of governmental bureaus, instead individually.

Why do suddenly the governmental bureaus buy cows?

Well, a letter-of-instruction which signed up by the regent, which orders each governmental bureaus at the regency, to donate a cow, for sacrifice in Annual Hajj Pilgrimage, in the name of the regent.

Well, coz this is instruction for the governmental bureaus that we know as the staffs of the regent, certainly the budget for executing the order is burdened to each bureaus.

Coz no Local Budget puts program of cow-sacrifice in the name of the regent (of course!), so the bureaus pay the cows from the bureau’s budget which most easy-to-be-robbed, the budget for the salary of civil governmental employees.

So shortly, the salary of the local civil governmental employees has been extorted for buying sacrifice cows in the name of the regent.

It doesn’t matter how many the total of the civil governmental employees in the regency, nor how much the amount which must be paid for buying the cows.

But the regent seems forgetting that sacrifice ain’t a little game to play, coz it’s ruled in Islam.

First, coz sacrifice is an obligation for an able muslim.

So if he’s not able to buy animal to sacrifice, then he mustn’t.

Coz sacrifice is intended to feed the poors, instead an invitation for bankruptcy.

So if an employee has five kids but he’s not able to give them nutritions everyday, then he mustn’t be excorted for sacrifice.

Sacrifice for Annual Hajj Pilgrimage is muslim

And more important that if he’s not muslim, then he mustn’t be obliged for sacrifice.

And the regent forgets, that in the regency, not all employees are muslims, but there are Christians, Hindus, even animists.

If they’re insisted for paying the sacrifice which actually an Islamic ritual, doesn’t it mean an enforcement of a certain religion to the believers of the others?

Next, sacrifice is an individual obligation, instead an organization’s one, nor even a bureau’s.

It doesn’t make sense if a sacrifice cow is bought in the name of a bureau, then the bureau claims itself that it’s already sacrificed.

Have the civil employees who pay the cows, intended for sacrifice?

And who states that the cows are legal as sacrifices?

The regency’s people? The regent? The journalists?

If the civil employee’s small salary is still extorted for buying sacrifice-cows, won’t it put the sacrificer in misery?

And the thing that influencing mostly, why must the regent ask his staffs for buying the cows in his name? Can’t he buy any cows on his own?Maybe he doesn’t know that sacrifice must be paid from his own wallet.

Maybe he has no time for buying a cow.

However he’s just a regent, who knows how to govern a regency, but he doesn’t know how to buy a cow..

We, the solitary staffs, have vowed that we’d live as individuals on our own.

Preparing our own dinner on our own, sleeping by kissing the pillows on our own, bathing in cold water on our own.

But the truth remains that there’s a thing that we can’t do on our own: Going to party.

After I succeeded the lonely weeks in Pulang Pisau, then my time had come to be invited to a local citizen’s wedding.

This invitation drove me confused. Whom should I go there with?

Oh oh.

People should be pleased to be invited to weddings coz they’ll get free meals to eat.

But for me it’s a big trouble. Whom should I go with?

For me, I’d rather not go to a party than unhaving a date.

But I needed to be in the party for pleasing a staff who’s spent her time to print an invitation and providing me the main course.

This is the trouble if you become the one and only medicine woman in a small place, you can’t go to parties with a random person:

·   You can’t be escorted by the Regent, coz his wife will be jealous of you.

·   You can’t be escorted by the Sheriff, coz this is a wedding, not a sudden inspection for illegal abortion.

·   You can’t be escorted by any other woman no matter what the occupation is, coz they’ll misunderstand you as gay.

The odd couples. Not gay?

So I prefer the safest, I asked my hostess to escort me.

Just remember, we always go to a party with the same partners; if not with your darling, we always prefer going with our clique.

I often watch some group enters a party while only a person signed up the guest book, but the whole group wants the souvenirs for each of them.

On couples I found that the man usually signs the book, while the receptionist girl will devote the souvenir to the woman.

(The man usually pretends that he doesn’t need receiving the souvenirs, but right when they leave the receiptionist desk, the man will ask the woman what the souvenir is.)

But I forget when I’ve seen someone went to a wedding on her own, receiving the souvenir on her own, greeting the bride on her own, and eating the zuppa zuppa on her own.

So I went to the wedding with my hostess. I introduced my hostess to the bride as my aunt.

Then we ate and I went home satisfiedly coz I’d done my duty as a local socialité.

That night, my hostess asked me to escort her to a Koran review.

A friend of her was gonna do haji at next Dzulhijjahand the old woman made an event to pray together and invited my hostess.

My hostess’ husband worked in the other town and I was the one who could escort her to the dinner. As if she wasn’t escorted, she wouldn’t go there.

What’s going on? Does it take two to go to a party?

I remember that I’d ever told my friend that our teachers had just already passed away.

He asked me when I’d go to the funeral. He said that he didn’t wanna go to the funeral alone.

So, it takes two not just for a party, even it does for a funeral.

It makes me realize now that’s what escort is for.

For accompanying me to a party, a little dinner, even to a funeral.

I think, I should open the recruitment for mine now..

Tags: couples; parties; socialite