Mini Skirt

I am curently doing a project for a back wall or "fence" of a highrise on one of the major streets in the city. Initially when I got it, I thought it would be a simple, no-brainer, time-filler, etc. project... But now it is actually a quite interesting design problem, a real urban project and my first here. How do we create a transition, a separation between a group of big buildings: two 20m garages, two 55m office, and one 160m tower, with an 8m back alley street of low rise complexes. On top of that we only have 300mm width of space to use. In other words, how would you design a mini skirt for a group of tall post-mo buildings (by rtkl)? The goal is to make it sexy and not gross.

A reunion

I took a picture of our food today, a plate of grilled eggplants and pete or grilled pete, hence petebakar! It is my first reunion. Pete is a kind of bean, a heavenly bean. It's always crisp what ever way we cook it. It will release an aura on a bite and your mouth will feel spacious afterward. Agh so goood. Now, I really feel at home.

Highway Workers

June 2, 17.39 Jakarta. Like Rahab, I also live right on the city edge. The outer ring road highway outside my place is rapidly undergoing construction. The site had laid dormant for 10 years since I left. It just had a few concrete pylons, a monument to Jakarta's notorious infrastructure project. The project was restarted early this year and will be completed before the end of the year. Construction is buzzling day and night. I pass by the site everyday and so does my mind, a place to escape the slow buzzling traffic scenes. Jakarta anesthecizes your conscience until scenes like this photo reawakens you. A scene of normal life outside your rat race track, a scene of human life, a father, like yours, spending time with a child, also like yours. A snap shot of normalcity, a conscience connection. The others, are us. There, are here. Then after that shocking jolt, I would awake from the reality and back to my life.