I know that Denpasar is an urban city which surely comes with creative spaces, but in my clouded touristy mind, I thought those spaces are hubs for traditional arts – the barong dancers, the painters, the carvers. It wasn’t until a friend invited Twosocks and… Read More
To ask someone to talk about a book they love is to ask someone to reveal a piece of themselves. I didn’t know this when Nike, Miranti, Dian and I came up with an idea for Cups and Pages, an afternoon of small gathering on… Read More
Pria setengah baya penjual nasi goreng itu mengaduk-aduk nasi goreng dengan ketangkasan yang didapat dari pengalaman bertahun-tahun. Di lehernya tergantung handuk yang sudah kecoklatan. Pada handuk itu ia mengelap keringat yang sesekali bercucuran di dahi. Saya duduk memperhatikannya. Seorang pejalan yang cekatan dalam memainkan kamera… Read More
We arrived at the doors of Portibi Farm with two tall backpacks on our shoulders. Jocean, the head of the Portibi clan, welcomed us with hugs and a frown. We were just staying for the weekend, but our carry-ons were as big as they were… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 