Wanita Indonesia – Indonésienne October 22, 2009

On the motorbike

Dua wanita Indonesia di pagi hari (two indonesian women in the morning)

Wanita Indonesia Reading Quran

Mother and Daughter

Playing guitar

A Hindu Woman Prays

Wanita Bersarung (Woman covering her face)

Snacks Seller

Wise

In Bali Streets

Mata seorang wanita (an eye of a woman)

Writing

 

These are some women pictures that we took. Indonesian women have different face types, as you can see in the pictures. It depends on where they are coming from. Most of them have light brown or brown skin (esp. balinese), dark colored hair and dark colored eyes.

We are interested in taking pictures of women who work on the street. Like the snack seller who never get tired of selling snack in such a sunny day in Bali. Carrying heavy basket on their head is no longer an impossible thing.

Indonesian woman. With the sand color of your skin. Mistery of Beauty from your dark hair. And love is sparkling from your deep dark colored eyes. Be proud, wanita Indonesia.

Jogja by Night October 20, 2009

Last night in Jogjakarta. Sad. Excited. Curious. Unsatisfied. Street Art Photo Session

We spent our last night in this ‘Batik’ city by taking pictures. Silence. Sleepy becak driver. Food seller. Crazy guide.

Love.

Un moment inoubliable : notre session photo dans les rues de Yogya pour notre dernière nuit. Silence presque angoissant sur Malioboro, l’artère principale de la ville devenue déserte. On y côtoie des personnages un peu étrange. Un sentiment presque d’irréalité. On a du mal à s’imaginer que s’installent ici dans la journée des milliers d’étales à vêtements et nourriture, et que les rideux de fer cachent des cavernes d’Ali Baba. Seuls les détritus qui jonchent le sol sont les derniers témoins de cette activité.

Les conducteurs de becak (tricycle) dorment soit à même le sol soit dans leur étroit engin. En Indonésie, s’ils constituent le folklore privilégié des touristes, ils n’en restent pas moins la survivance d’une classe sociale la moins favorisée, souvent sans domicile. De même que les utilisateurs de becak sont mal perçus, n’ayant pas les moyens de s’offrir un scooter.

C’est comme si l’on se retrouvait derrière le rideau d’un théâtre. Là on voit des ouvriers qui repeignent en rouge la façade du KFC. Ici, un conducteur de becak, ayant perdu toute notion du temps ou dans un dernier espoir, nous propose de nous emmener à la résidence de Sultan (à minuit !!). Enfin un pseudo-guide, voulant me montrer une gallerie de batik me parle en français, d’un probable voyage vers Bordeaux… Ambiance très spéciale, qui nous a permis de réaliser sans doute nos plus beaux clichés. Ceux qui montrent l’envers du décors, la marginalité, la folie humaine. Une nuit de poésie et d’amour…

Food seller on the street. Terima kasih pak! makanannya enak! (Thanks sir, the food was great!)

Green Hot Chili of Jogja

Bikes. Those ain't ours. We wished!

Car passed a becak

Empty Malioboro : Becak driver decided to sleep

Famous Malioboro : 24 hours McD plus romance

Workers of KFC

Streets in between

Did it mention : No Parking? (Yes! But no police!)

Amanda and Malioboro (By Geraud)

shoes talk

Amanda could not leave Jogja (by Geraud)

Geraud could not leave Jogja (by Amanda)

1st day in Yogyakarta : Small street and Vredeburg! October 8, 2009

level crossing - from the train to Yogya

river - from the train

In the train to Yogya - early morning

Near the train station - in the train to Yogya

Workers in the ricefields 1 - in the train to Yogya

Workers in ricefields 2 - in the train to Yogya

After spending 7 hours in the train, we finally arrived in Yogya's train station

Amanda caught by paparazi in Fredeburg

Fredeburg shooting 1

Fredeburg shooting 2

Fredeburg shooting 3

Fredeburg shooting 4

Fredeburg shooting 6

nap in Yogya streets

Naughty Kids

Becak driver having a rest after hard day work

Backpacker in Yogya

Looking for a losmen (cheap hotel)

Mba Surip – Tak Gendong

Mba Surip !

Who is this crazy Indonesian man who looks like Bob Marley ? He died on the week i came to Indonesia. He was on TV, channels broadcasted his latest tube “Tak Gendong”.  People in the streets were singing this anthem : “where are you going, ok, my darling”.

“Our working class hero”

A month after he passed away, journalists were still talking about him. The quick rise in the charts of the man cannot only be explained by the lyrics of the song Tak Gendong nor by his artistic merit. Would it rather be because of his unique personality ? The Jakarta Post, biggest English paper about Indonesia, said he was “our working class hero”.

A working class hero ? Hum… He claimed to have graduated from three colleges, one of them a prestigious college in Surabaya. People also said he has been to the us and worked in oil industry. But in the 1990’s he started to sing in the buses in Jakarta. He remained very poor til the very last end, so were his records. His experience gave him “enough street credibility to be the voice of the poor” (The Jakarta Post). And lot of humour ! He chose to play raggae, music of liberation. Liverpool docks gave birth to the Beatles. Jakarta slums gave birth to Mba Surip ! Andy, Amanda’s bestfriend and rock band leader, told me he passed aways because he was addicted to coffee. Maybe he couldn’t bear success. What a fascinated icon for all generations !