Every morning depending on how I feel, I grind a different coffee.
- If I want a very strong, earthy and somewhat spicy coffee, I grind Sumatra beans.
- If I feel like travelling to the far east of Indonesia, I grind beans from Papua. I will then savour a clean-tasting, well balanced and slightly sweet coffee.
As it goes for coffee so it goes with my choice of lenses.
Depending if I am in a wide, normal or narrow mood.
Depending if I am in a wide, normal or narrow mood.
Today I felt it was a «portrait lens» day. A 75 mm Summarit f 2.4 to be exact..
After my morning coffee I usually ride my bicycle in the small alleyways of Solo city; for the exercise and also to hunt for images. I carry a Leica and depending on the way I feel, I will attach a specific lens to the M240 body.
If I feel in a distanced disposition, I will attach a 21 or a 28 mm lens. If I feel in a more normal (whatever that means) state, I will mount a 50mm lens.
Today, I was in a close-up mindset. I felt I wanted to get close to people so I decided to use a 75mm lens. I am often shy when I approach people in Solo, especially that I do not communicate very well in Indonesian language. The 75 mm portrait lens forces me to break the barrier of intimacy.
Before taking a last sip of Toraja coffee, enjoying its crisp refreshing taste and smooth finish I had decided to go out and «oblige myself» to come closer to the people. I was in a « portrait lens » mood.
If I feel in a distanced disposition, I will attach a 21 or a 28 mm lens. If I feel in a more normal (whatever that means) state, I will mount a 50mm lens.
Today, I was in a close-up mindset. I felt I wanted to get close to people so I decided to use a 75mm lens. I am often shy when I approach people in Solo, especially that I do not communicate very well in Indonesian language. The 75 mm portrait lens forces me to break the barrier of intimacy.
Before taking a last sip of Toraja coffee, enjoying its crisp refreshing taste and smooth finish I had decided to go out and «oblige myself» to come closer to the people. I was in a « portrait lens » mood.
I was lucky to meet up with Mr. Subroto who accepted to be photographed. We chatted a while, he inviting me to his home in Yoyjakarta and I, asking him (in my broken Indonesian) questions on his life.