Analog Journal: South Korea

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

10 minutes boat ride to Nami Island

Earlier this month, I visited South Korea for a one-week getaway with my mom. It was our first autumn together, and I am still mesmerised every time I imagine the ever-changing colours of the autumn foliage. Besides the magical vibes to it, I’d like to think of autumn as a metaphor for our cycle of life. A down time season to reflect and let go of things, to keep you grounded.

Witnessing the beautiful season with my mother was precious. Although we visited major tourism places during this trip, luckily we both like to avoid most of the crowded areas. I still can recall the moment we arrived in Nami Island, we’d just go to the shore and ended up walking on a bridge near the lake with only a handful of people there. It’s one simple moment that reminded me of how different we are as a person but so much alike when it comes to travel.

I never consider on visiting South Korea. Tracing the path that leads me to once underestimate what this country has to offer made me realized that it happened solely based on the popular culture that was being portrayed through the mass media. Before the trip, all I could think of the country were only K-pop music, K-drama and their plastic surgery culture. Luckily for me, I now have a shared memory of our mother-daughter trip together; both couldn't stand the cold weather yet still manage to find ways for a cold banana milk.

                                                                                   Mount Seorak; cable car view to the hiking point

fresh produce from Jeju island

Mom (2nd from the right) loves to start a conversation with stranger

Micro Galleries in Jakarta

Friday, November 17, 2017

I've always liked the idea of absorbing new perspective from other people via visual and literature. I think that's the only reason why I find absolute joy visiting art gallery and bookstore. If you're reading this, perhaps you're fortunate enough to be able to enjoy a day trip admiring artwork from across generations. But for some people, the idea of going to an art gallery might sound a bit intimidating. But guess what, I personally believe that art belongs to pretty much everyone, it's one thing that set us free, a safe space to express our thoughts or even criticise. Even we learned how to doodle on the walls long before we're being taught how to write.

Last month, I was lucky enough when I found out that a street art collective and reclaimed city acupuncturist, Micro Galleries turned a small alley in Jakarta into an art gallery filled with murals and installations that were being created on the spot by 50 local and international artists. They're lifting up street art scenes and making it accessible for the local community within Jl. Kebon Nanas, Kebayoran Lama with simply amazing art. It was quite a hectic week for myself loaded with shooting, so I decided to grab my camera and headed to the alley and make a photo series. The people and committees were very welcoming even I made friends with some of the artists there. Ariadne and Brian from Austria showed me around and give me a quick tour to the end of the exhibition. We even hung out together for a Sunday walk in the chinatown, I had such a great time with them.

Besides exhibition, they also host artist talk and workshop together with the locals. Thank you Micro Galleries for such a great movement and initiative, I salute the work that you're doing together involving the local community. See more photos on: link

Ariadne Avkiran (Austria) & Yuni Bening' (Yogyakarta) Peace installation


Murals by all female artists from Ladies On Wall with local people & installation of Jaka Thinker

Vivien Poly (France)

Jaka Thinker (Tasik), Belajaran community

Farmstay recap in Java

Monday, October 30, 2017

Hi, hello, sorry for being so quiet in here! It's been awhile since the last time I posted, so here's an update. These past three months, I've been working on a project with a social enterprise called I Like Local. On the admin and marketing side, my responsibility includes reaching out to existing host to update their information, finding potential hosts and partners in and around Java, and make the platform become visible to more travellers in Indonesia. But the most exciting part is when I get to visit new host to document their experiences. As for now, I've visited two farm stay near Bogor and Sukabumi region, which surprisingly are located only 2 - 3 hour away from Jakarta by train.

With this opportunity, I've made some new friends with local hosts around Indonesia, met a lot of new wonderful people, slept inside a rice barn, hiked to two different waterfalls, conquered my fear of dogs, learned some basic skills of organic farming, and ate so many amazing organic food cooked by the locals. Both farms run organically and applied the zero waste management system, but has a different type of management which makes it interesting. 

Overall, it's a humbling experience when I realised that I was actually working while visiting these new places that I've never been before and that through my photos I'll help these local people get discovered by travellers from around the world. It's obviously not all rainbows, but the journey is what makes it worth while. I dearly hope more of this kind of work will come my way! These photos are all taken with film and during this assignment I mainly shoot with my main camera. Feel free to see more on this: link

Peyton and Nadine, WOOF volunteers from USA & Germany

Analog Journal: Tokyo Part 2

Saturday, September 16, 2017

After around ten days carrying a proper DSLR for work, I prefer to have some me time wandering through hidden alleys in Tokyo using only a simple point and shoot camera. There's always a little magical touch that neither your eyes nor a digital camera can capture compared to my favourite Olympus Mju ii. This post is dedicated to my last full day in Japan, as usual, written in a specific keywords.


Compared to my friends, I won't consider myself a foodie since I'm quite an easy person that take  pleasure from a soft boiled egg and sesame oil. But one thing that I can recall from my friend' message was "you'll love the food there!!" and "try as many food as you can". So I did and treat myself for a big lunch at this restaurant near Tsukiji Fish Market (where all the foodies go, obviously). The perks of going out on lunchtime was when you could get the most scrumptious food set in almost half of the price. While sitting at the sushi bar, I get to witness the cook, passionately wrapping sushi roll and smiling at me. He noticed that I'm a foreigner who cannot understand a single word in their menu. While usually I'll pull out my Google Translate app from my phone, this time, I asked his favour to chose my last lunch in Tokyo, it was a big Chirashi bowl. While waiting for the sun to be at least bearable to my skin, I slowly ate my lunch, enjoying my last day, counting my blessings for the fact that I've been in Japan for almost two weeks.

Tsukiji Fish Market

Beer O'clock

These past two years, I've been slowly getting to loosen up myself better through leisure time with former colleagues mostly on Monday, enjoying cheap beers at the nearest pizza bar. We usually had either the most ridiculous conversations or an intense ones and shared our germs through a large bowl of honey chicken wings. I'm not a drinker, and usually after one glass of beer, you could spot me as the 'red face' girl in the room.

While visiting this charming neighbourhood of Yanaka Old Town, I stumbled upon a collaborative space located in a renovated traditional Japanese house that has a bakery, local craft beer shop, and small space for local gathering. I've never had a beer alone, but on that last day I decided to order a medium glass of the local craft beer. The next thing I knew, I had a conversation with three Japanese girls who were about to go to a concert, asking their favour to take a portrait of me in front of this authentic Japanese building, just because. Only after seeing that shameless portrait taken by a stranger, I realised that I still carry my Asian flush syndrome with me everywhere I go.

Yanaka Beer Hall


Still with a face as bright as a fresh tomato, I decided to call it a day and go back to my place heading back to Yanaka Ginza to later catch a bus from Nippori Station. While walking under the big sakura trees, I passed by many locals enjoying their down time, some walked their dogs, a few carried their suitcase and the others were holding hands. All of those moments were recorded beside a huge cemetery complex in Yanaka. All seems well until I walked behind a young man wearing white suit, carrying two green watering cans, (I supposed) about to visit his long lost loved ones cemetery. All of a sudden, everything became much slower. I can portray myself visiting my grandma's cemetery back home. I miss her too much.

Yanaka Cemetery

Independence Day

Thursday, August 31, 2017

I still have a clear memory of the excitement during Indonesia Independence day ten years ago, where all people in my neighbourhood were busy preparing for so many fun activities for kids to their parents. From drawing contest, bike parade, poem contest, to other traditional ones like Panjat Pinang and Tarik Tambang. August would be the only month I look forward to throughout my elementary school year, simply because I knew how special it would be. It was the only time we simply put aside the school drama and worked together to bring home dozen of prizes.

However, these days, it is rather quiet, with just a handful of red and white decoration and the mandatory flags lining up across the street. I wonder how each of the supposed to be huge celebration (not only Independence day, but Christmas as well) became less and less meaningful every year? Could it be because we became too busy with our screen now? While thousands of message of nationalism being broadcasted across all the social media channels, I took my camera for a walk to a slum area near my neighbourhood to rekindle with the euphoria once again. Despite the environment they live in, these people keep the tradition alive, more than the rest of us do with our online persona.

Analog Journal: Tokyo part 1

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Odakyu line subway to Shimokitazawa

As someone who loves to travel, truth to be told, I never consider putting Japan on my "wish list"  mainly because of the overwhelming amount of tourists that go there. This photo assignment trip came to me by surprise and I didn't really expect it to happen. If you've been a faithful reader of my blog, you might recall a bittersweet ending to my well-planned Vietnam trip on April. To be honest, the thought of planning another trip abroad were already gone out of my radar ever since.

Long story short, I was assigned by a travel magazine to cover stories in Japan for almost two weeks and of course I said yes! During that trip, we explored Kanagawa prefecture (Odawara, Hakone, Yokohama), Aomori prefecture (Towada), and continued the journey to my first ever solo traveling experience in Tokyo for 5 days. Since both stories and photographs from the assignment will remain confidential until it gets published by the magazine, for now I'm sharing with you some photographs as well as memories from my lost-in-translation moment in Tokyo.


While scrolling through an endless good looking Airbnb in Shibuya do me no good, I decided to call Asakusa home for five days. The area is quiet and might not be your typical neighbourhood in Tokyo.  A moment that I recall the most was definitely a long, silent walk from the subway station to reach my abode while passing my favourite local supermarket to buy snacks every single night. There wasn't any rush, the main street remains silent when the clock hits 8 PM, it's an ideal neighbourhood to rest if you couldn't stand the concrete neon jungle in most of urban areas in Tokyo.

It's only a 10-minute walk to Tokyo's oldest ancient Buddhist temple, Sensoji where I started my morning very early to simply enjoy a serene atmosphere of the temple before it gets too crowded by tourist. When a group of people started to show up, I decided to munch on a cherry blossom Agemanju and dozed off!

Getting such a wonderful hospitality from my host Akiko, who spoiled me with comfort food from the moment I was getting ready to conquer the day to the last night of my journey in Tokyo was something I'll always remember close to my heart.

Elementary school in Asakusa

Sensoji Temple in Asakusa

Time Alone

Upon my arrival in Tokyo, I was feeling a little homesick. The moment I stepped outside from Ueno subway line, I was greeted with a heavy rain in the midst of humid summer days while dragging around my huge luggage, it was definitely a rough start. When eating at one of the best ramen restaurants didn't help to make me feel better at all, I secretly wish I had a good friend of mine to share those good meals with.

But luckily, it didn't take long enough to make me feel recharged again. The moment I decided to spend my second day went museum-hopping, was the day I regained my energy back. I guess the best thing that can happen to you while traveling solo is when you could spend hours at your favourite places. In my case, museum and bookstore, paying attention to each of the collection without being rushed, to just live, without having to worry about time, and take it all in.

The highlight were Nezu Museum where it hosts more than 1.400 private collection of pre modern Japanese art with a wonderful garden, Sunflower at Mori Art Museum & National Art Center Tokyo which exhibited a number of great contemporary artists from Southeast Asia (some of them were Indonesian artists such as Agus Suwage, Ruang Rupa collective, and FX Harsono, I couldn't be more proud!), Tsutaya Bookstore where I spend 3 hours getting lost in their huge section of photography and literature books.

Nezu Museum Garden

A tunnel beside National Art Center Tokyo

Defining home at Sunflower exhibition

An afternoon stroll in Omotesando

Creative Act

I've always dreamed of having a neat public library here in Jakarta and couldn't be more happier when I got the chance to spend hours studying the works of Japanese renowned photographers like Shōji Ueda and Daidō Moriyama. I ended up buying a small biography of Ueda from Tsutaya bookstore filled with dreamy black and white photographs with Japanese kanji written all over it. I always tend to visit places where I can study history, art, as well as literature from a country as it broadens my perspective and leave such a lasting impression every time I go back home.


I was walking a lot during my extended trip in Tokyo and a bit worried about getting lost due to its language barrier. At first, the thought of exploring a foreign land with people that looks almost similar with some of your friends back home never crossed in my mind even at once. The fear of "what ifs" creeped into my mind a few times, but the locals managed to help me get through it. I cannot describe how polite and helpful Japanese people are, they were the kindest! When your Google Maps gave up on you, you just got to ask the locals where the directions is. That's what I did, for about four times, and without hesitation they walked together with me until I reach my destination. I mean, how can people be so generous?

I thought I'd always enjoy each moment of solitary, but only after this trip I realised that I'd still prefer to be in a good company. However, this trip really brought so much joy and learning to get to know myself better.

Getting lost in Naka Meguro


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