May I Present…King Charles

January 30, 2013

“NEVER RUN AWAY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD IMAGINATION. JUST BECOME MORE EDUCATED WITH IT. IF YOU FIND YOUR GIFT, DON’T BE SCARED TO PURSUE THE POSSIBILITIES. THIS WORLD IS NOT ABOUT TREND & ISOLATION. ITS ABOUT CREATIVITY AND DISCOVERY.”

– King Charles

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present one of the most passionate and revered dancers/ choreographers today.  He has toured as one of Madonnas dancers on her “Sticky & Sweet” World Tour 2008-2009 and his extraordinary musicianship has made him a highly sought out and top choreographer and performer in the world of dance. He is also the founder and leader of local battle clique, Creation (since 2001), All Star Champions of BET’s “Wildin’ Out Wednesdays.” He is also the Artistic Director to The FootworKINGz (FWK), an all-star ensemble featuring Chicago’s top foot-workers.

Foot-working is all about the lower half of your body being stimulated into electrifying movements that work in catching every beat of music.

Founded by Leida “Lady Sol” Villegas in 2007, the professional dance ensemble out of Chicago, FWK has helped in making foot-working famous. Described by the Chicago Tribune as “part tap, African tribal, and breaking,” King Charles explains FWK saying, “This style has been around for over twenty years and we want it to be exposed in the mainstream and all over the world.”

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 Just as music flowed through the veins of Mozart, it beats in the heart of King Charles, a consummate master of movement and a     galvanizing interpreter of rhythm.

So, without further ado may I present,  a man who no beat escapes the cadence of his feet, Dancer & Choreographer,

King Charles

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When you were a little what did you want to be?

A RAPPER. THEN, THAT EVOLVED TO A MUSICAL ENTERTAINER.

Do you have a song or musician that moves you to dance the most?

NOT REALLY. I HAVE A LOVE FOR SO MUCH MUSIC THAT ITS HARD TO CHOOSE JUST ONE.

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What spice does FWK offer to the world of Dance?

FWK OFFERS A NEW UNDERSTANDING OF LOWER BODY COMBINATIONS (RHYTHMICALLY), A NEW UNDERSTANDING OF CULTURE, AND A NEW OPEN DOOR OF FRESH AIR FOR THOSE DANCERS THAT FEEL BORED AND TRAPPED IN A BOX OF REPETITION.

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What was your driving force behind you founding Battle Clique Creation?

BEFORE I HAD MY OWN CREW, I WAS A MEMBER OF SEVERAL OTHER GROUPS. I LEARNED THE ROPES VERY FAST WITH A HUMBLE ATTITUDE AND AT A YOUNG AGE, I ALREADY HAD THIS FEELING THAT I WOULD DO MORE JUSTICE TO MY COMMUNITY IF I WAS LEADING MY OWN CLIQUE. SO I DID. IT WAS HARD FOR A WHILE IN EVERY WAY BUT, I WAS BLESSED WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF WILL POWER TO KEEP MOVING FORWARD.

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The video “happy feet’is phenomenal! What inspired the dance moves?

 

Did you put the music on and dance first yourself, do you sit and visualize it first, what’s your process?  WELL, THE MUSIC VIDEO “HAPPY” BY C2C WAS A MAJOR SUCCESS FOR THE WHOLE TEAM. ESPECIALLY THE DIRECTOR “WENDY MORGAN” & PRODUCER “JANNIE MCINNES”. THE MOVES CAME NATURALLY WHEN I WAS ON SET BECAUSE OF THE ENERGY AND PEOPLE WATCHING. THAT’S USUALLY WHAT GUIDES ME TO A PARTICULAR CHOICE OF MOVES FOR THAT MOMENT.

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What’s was one of the top two most enjoyable times you’ve had in your life as  a dancer?

WOW! “TIME” IS A BIG WORD. UM………… ENTERING ONE OF EUROPE’S BIGGEST STREET DANCE BATTLES IN FRANCE CALLED “JUSTE DEBOUT” 4 YEARS STRAIGHT WITH MY PARTNER “PRINCE JARON”. ITS A 20,000 SEATER PACKED OUT ARENA WITH NOTHING BUT DANCE LOVERS WATCHING ONE PERSON AT A TIME GET DOWN ON THE DANCE FLOOR. (i was the poster child for 2010 Juste Debout and we almost won the whole house dance category part of Juste Debout in 2011) THE OTHER BIG MOMENT HAS TO BE TOURING WITH “MADONNA” FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS WITH PRINCE JARON. IT CHANGED MY LIFE.

 What’s the latest project you are working on?

WELL, I JUST FINISHED A PROJECT WITH “PUMA” THAT WILL BE OUT SOON. BUT, I GUESS YOU CAN SAY THAT IM ALWAYS ON THE MOVE, STICKING MY FOOT IN THE DOORS OF MANY OPPORTUNITIES. LOL

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 What do you think of the state of music and dance today vs  the past ? ( Is it more appreciated or unappreciated. more or less innovative?)

ITS SAD TO SAY BUT, THERE’S LESS GOOD MUSIC IN THIS GENERATION & AND LESS PEOPLE THAT CARE ABOUT THE DETAILS. I WAS BORN IN 86 SO, I GREW UP APPRECIATING THE 90’s MUSIC. PLUS, MY FATHER (Charles Parks the 3rd) IS A JAZZ/FUNK MUSICIAN. SO, I WAS FORCED TO HAVE A GOOD EAR FOR WHATS GOING ON IN A TRACK AND A KNOWLEDGE FOR THE HISTORY. A LOT OF ARTIST ARE TREND FOLLOWERS, NOT TREND SETTERS, & SINCE THE TREND NOW-A-DAYS IS SIMPLE & SOULLESS, 90% OF THE AMERICAN MUSIC INDUSTRY FOLLOWS THAT. BUT I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THAT TOPIC……NEXT QUESTION.

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Do you enjoy choreographing as much as dancing or one more than the other?

I ENJOY EVERYTHING THAT DANCE HAS TO OFFER. FROM LEARNING NEW THINGS TO FREESTYLES TO TEACHING, PERFORMING & CHOREOGRAPHING. ITS ALL A PIECE OF THE DANCE PUZZLE. I BELIEVE THAT EVERY DANCER SHOULD TRY IT ALL. TO FEEL THE FULL BLESSING OF DANCE. (But, in a orderly fashion.)

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When did you realize/feel, “you made it”?

WITH MADONNA….. THE FIRST OVERSEAS COUNTRY I WENT TO WAS, PARIS. I CRIED LIKE A BABY! HAHA! I WALKED AROUND OLD DOWNTOWN PARIS LISTENING TO LENNY KRAVITZ “FLY AWAY” ON REPEAT. THEN THE NEXT NIGHT, MADONNA  MADE US GO OUT TO ONE OF HER FRIENDS HOUSES AND IT ENDED UP BEING LENNY KRAVITZ HOME!!!! I DONT BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCE SO, THAT’S WHEN I KNEW I MADE IT TO HIGHER STAGE IN MY LIFE.

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What has been your most recent muse?

HMMM….. LOOKING BACK AT 11 YRS OF HARD WORK & KNOWING THAT I HAVE   A LOT MORE WORK TO DO. BUT, IM ALWAYS UP FOR THE ADVENTURE.

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Could you describe what it was like touring w/ Madonna? Did it hit you as surreal once you hit the stage and saw the crowd?

IT WAS ALWAYS A RUSH! 100,000 FANS SCREAMING, CRYING, WAVING. SOME FANS WERE SO FAR AWAY THAT, WHEN THEY CLAPPED HANDS, IT WAS ALWAYS OFF BEAT BECAUSE IT TOOK A EXTRA SECOND FOR THE SOUND TO GET TO THEM. IT WAS REAL EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER.

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My favorite past times are :

1.GOING TO JERUSALEM  2. LEARNING DIFFERENT LANGUAGES-  3.SHOWING MY FELLOW DANCER ON THE TOUR, THAT IF THEY NEEDED ME, I WAS THERE.

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Favorite word:

CRAZY

Favorite thing in nature:

ANIMALS

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One of your favorite movies:

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THE MATRIX 1,2 & 3 & SOUL POWER

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One of your favorite Modern Dance films:

TAKE FLIGHT (by the FootworKINGz) Old dance films BREAKIN’

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One of your favorite dancers Modern and old?

PAUSE EDDIE (FWKZ) & BRIAN FOOTWORK GREEN (LEGEND)

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and

 BRIAN FOOTWORK GREEN

One of your favorite musicians:

MY FATHER

Favorite smell:

SWEET PERFUME

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Favorite quote:

THE SKY IS “NOT” THE LIMIT. THE LIMIT IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT.

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Favorite sound:

MUSIC

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Was there a time you felt like you were not going to be able to make a living off of being a dancer?

NO, BECAUSE ONCE CREATION WON THE ALL STAR COMPETITION ON “BET” 2006, MY PURPOSE BECAME CLEAR.

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What would you advice to others about pursuing their dreams based upon how you were able to manifest yours.

GOD 1ST………NEVER RUN AWAY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD IMAGINATION. JUST BECOME MORE EDUCATED WITH IT. IF YOU FIND YOUR GIFT, DON’T BE SCARED TO PURSUE THE POSSIBILITIES. THIS WORLD IS NOT ABOUT TREND & ISOLATION. ITS ABOUT CREATIVITY AND DISCOVERY.

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What are three values you hold dear to you?

MY LORD AND SAVIOR, MY MUSICALITY AND MY FAMILY.

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You’ll never catch me :

SMOKIN’

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Who/What inspires or moves you?

MY ROUGH PAST.

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Works – Past & Present:

Here’s another video (only freestyle) that i put together. The purpose of this video was self expression from different styles. Very simple.

 

  Self Expression Freestyle #02 – FootworKINGz + Lady Boogaloos + StylzPlay // Freestyle Culture TV

(Aids walk 2007)

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One (out of the many) ways I’m going to change the world is:

LEAVING PEOPLE WITH POSITIVE THOUGHTS. NOT NEGATIVE

Can’t Get Enough>Web Links: ENJOY FWK MAIN WEBSITE – ‘LIKE’  FWK Facebook  -Twit FWK – READ  BLOG

Come rain or come shine, wherever King goes he leaves his dance print.

Thank you King Charles, for the interview and for dancing on our hearts.

THANK YOU!

January 27, 2013

30,000 Readers! Well, hellllooo there!

 

I just want to extend a Thank You to everyone who reads my blog, comments, likes or just passes by my pages. My goal is to inspire, move and to flush great feelings through the hearts of anyone I come across, and if at any point, I’m able to touch a spec of your life, even though I don’t know you, I’m really grateful and happy for that. So thank you, for letting me in, even if it’s just for a second!

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On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle

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His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle

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Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.

Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn.

“Lovers”      “ Orpheus’ Sorrow  (1876)  ”  by  Pascal Adolphe Jean Dagnan-BouveretThanks to Laberintosyquimeras  for posting this wonderful image

Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,

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He never quite felt he fit in his world.

Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.

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Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.

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For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.

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So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs

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Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s

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Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.

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With tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.

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Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.

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Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand

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In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon

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And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.

Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered, they swam.

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They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.

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Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.

And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub quickly turned and said,

“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I can feel heavy upon thy heart”

Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.

Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.

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Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”

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Treading and manic, he began to run out of air when the siren re-appeared,

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She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”

He screamed “I need air!”

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Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”

As he began to swim up, panicked, he found his feet tethered to the ground.

The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement in speech said, “So wake up!”

As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.

And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it.”

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Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,

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And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as  the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.

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Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,

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And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.

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The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red

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And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs & became a man, transcendent and magnate.

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Trapped Utopia & Unfettered Wings

By: Magnolia

On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle,

His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle.

Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.

Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn,

Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,

He never quite felt he fit in his world.

Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.

Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius, was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.

For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.

So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs.

Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s

Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.

So, with tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.

Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.

In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon

And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.

Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand.

Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered they swam.

 They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.

Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.

And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub whispered,

“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I feel heavy upon thy living”

Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.

Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.

Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”

Treading and manic,l he began to run out of air when the Siren re-appeared,

She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”

He screamed “I need air!”

Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”

As he began to swim up, panicked he found his feet tethered to the ground.

The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement with speech said, “So wake up!”

As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.

And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it”.

Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,

And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as  the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.

Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,

And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.

The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red

And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs and became a man, transcendent and magnate.

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The Waltz

January 23, 2013

 

By:  Magnolia

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 I am the soil        And I the tree

 Together embraced, closely.

I am the wind      And I the leaves

Together we float careless and free.

I am the heart     And I the beat

Together we move quiet and discreet.

I am the pencil      And I the paper

Together we scribble the answer.

I am the bones     And I the skin

Together we build cover, beginning to end.

I am the door      And I  the knob

Together we absorb every throb.

I am the path     And I the water

Together we travel, paving next chapters

I’m the composer   And I the composition

Together creating melodies that grow and glisten.

I am the paint          And I your canvas

Together splashed and blended into the infinite planned for us.

I am the body    And I your bends

Together till the very end.

So when your color fades

and lines surround your eyes,

My lips will seal your heart with first loves reprise.

And when you are tiered,

I will be your awake

Forever in a waltz through love and heartache.

The breath to your lips, the sound to your silence,

The view to your window and the X to your spot;

We are but four eyes and one vision,

Percolated poetry, bound for eternity.

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I want to be knotted inside the braided vines of your heart.

Far away, inside the slowly moving wings of your relaxed beat,

Softly blowing between the clouds of your most intimate thoughts,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

And to the bliss of your words dipped in honey, sliding off the sides of your tongue;

While being wrapped inside the rising warmth of your hungry skin,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Late nights and flickering fires bleeding of clenched wax and heated thirst.

Cracked hearts, traveling hands, painted toes and arched necks, genuflecting behind exposed linen and closed curtains.

The whispers of wind between the window seal, the grazing of rose pedals against welcoming bones,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Evaporated through the lips of pleased desires and stones muzzled in squeezed silence,

Through swaying emotions and tilted waters trapped in waltz;

And mixed between our minds, sweet cream and peppered dreams,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

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Through swaying emotions and tilted waters  tilted waters trapped in waltz;

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The whispers of wind between the window seal,

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Is where I want my soul to rest.

                       

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present one of the most innovative and prestigious designers in the fashion industry today. Born on September 27th in Solo, Indonesia, Sapto studied fashion design & pattern making at L’Ecole Superieure des Art et Technique de la Mode, the first fashion school established in France. He also attended the International Fashion University in Indonesia, Esmond Jakarta.  His fashion designs boldly fuse surrealism and his cultural influences, creating sophisticated yet fiercely imaginative pieces. The beauty in Sapto’s fashion design brand, launched in 2007, is rooted in his artistic eye and passion to create illustrious designs that stand the test of time.

In 2009 Sapto, launched his highly acclaimed Ready-to-Wear Couture Fashion collection and in 2011 the Elle Style Award named him “Fashion Designer of the Year.” This past 2012 was a prequel of all the great things that are to come for Sapto this year  starting with an exclusive fashion spread of Sang Randeng Girah collection in dewi’s January issue; celebrities red carpet & event appearances in the designer’s dresses as well as a spread in Elle Indonesia December 2012 and an article in Marie Claire Indonesia October 2012. His latest Spring/ Summer 2013 designs are inspired by the Vatsu Vidya and were presented  at the Dewi Fashion Knights 2012 in Indonesia. His collections encompass ready-to-wear, haute couture, and bridal wear.

So, without further ado may I present, a look into the mind of fashion’s surrealistically bold designer, Sapto Djojokartiko

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Q & A
When you were  little what did you want to be?

A Lawyer

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What’s your favorite piece you’ve made?

A Dress

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What motivated you to fuse art and fashion to create some textured and creative designs?

To elabore the inspiration

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What is the longest you’ve spent on a project?

A year, when I create a flysioner collection on 2010 

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What art piece was the most fun to work on?

The shoe collection for the 2011-2012 couture collection

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What’s the latest project you are working on?

Ready to wear collection spring/summer 2013 

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What inspires you or initiates the inspiration that drives you?

Heritage 

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Do you have a process?   

Yes, example, watching traditional performing arts

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What has been your most recent muse?

Cate Blanchett

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My favorite accomplishments:

1. When i realized that i want to a designer 2. When i started the study in fashion 3. When i had my own brand

Favorite word:

 Twist

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Favorite thing in nature:

Cloudy sky

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One of your favorite fashion designers:

Cristobal Balenciaga

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One of your favorite books:

Bible

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One of your favorite artist:

Gustav Klimit

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One of  your movies:

The Prestige

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One of your favorite musicians:

 Chris Martin

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Favorite place to design:

Bedroom

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Favorite smell:

 Wood and Leather

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Favorite sound:

Violin

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Was there a time you felt like you were not going to be able to make a living off of being an designer?

No 

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What would you advice to others about pursuing their dreams based upon how you were able to manifest yours.

Consistency on what you doing

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 Favorite thing in nature:

Cloudy sky and antler

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Who/What inspires or moves you?

My culture,my heritage

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What’s one of your favorite quotes?

 Life is about choices

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“Spring/Summer 2013  collection inspired by Vastu Vidya, an architectural foundation and outline with the philospohy that architecture is not just any architecture but it is created to give linear alignment to all aspects of life. The collection were detailed with beading and cut out details that are influenced by the relief, texture and sculpture commonly found on dwelling created with the Vastu Vidya belief.”

Courtesy of Sapto Djojokartiko

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For More: Spring/Summer 2013  collection inspired by Vastu Vidya

Spring/Summer 2013 collection on Dewi Magazine January 2013.

Dewi magazine January 2013
Photographer: Davy Linggar.
Stylist: Aldi Indrajaya
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Kate Talanova in Sapto Djojokartiko by Nicoline Patricia Malina for Le Mariage Indonesia.

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Sapto Djojokartiko Ready to Wear 2012-2013 gold beads and sequins necklaces and belts.

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Thank you Sapto for the interview & for adding a VA Va Voomm to the Fashion World.

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God you should have seen Isis, hemorrhaging with ambition while smiling in the harshest of heat.

She stood in the belly of that crowd, raised her arm in the air & matched her heart to the beat.

And suddenly every patron in the city, believers &  doubters, rose quickly to their feet.

Their fists pounding against the rhythm of  the wind; boom, boom, boom, boom!

Kinetic electricity surged from every cavity & splashed through every layer in the room.

Head high and shoulders back, she gave the deuces to anyone who didn’t think she had the knack.

Once the souls that questioned her are now asking for her signature.

Although in the dark & blind to the masses, she doubted nothing while lighting her own torches.

Bearing the brunt of naysayers & pile driving while supplying her own transfusions,

Every night she closed her eyes and challenged the dark with esoteric allusions.

She was a woman, but didn’t need to prove it.

Her ears had swallowed  broken glass and her knees felt the itch of mud and laughing grass.

And while it was in style to sport the scent of gin and sex,

She didn’t bother, she was a self-accepted reject.

All the while undeserving, with gut and grit, she pushed Sisyphus rock up and made it stick.

Her razor tongue savored the water of Tantalus and of others opinions, she could care less.

Unapologetic & foolhardy with determination, she fashions her lips with bona fied narration.

But when the crowd has dissipated she sits alone, contemplative.

And although she is silent in her tears, she paints only what she wants herself to mirror.

Saying nothing, she curls her fingers around the heart of the moon

She squeezes it in hopes of growing more immune.

A goddess, a rebel, a lady of ten thousand names, she breaths to the beat of her own drum, she is a consummate dame.

 

 “Courage is not just about being brave. Courage is daring to do what is right in spite of the weakness of our flesh.”

Ramblings on Deaf Ears

January 8, 2013

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By: Magnolia

I’m not supposed to, but I do.

I’m pushing against an emotion that encompasses you.

Anything you say shouldn’t matter, but it does,

Everything you do makes me dream of what never was.

Although you exist in form and we see each-other every day,

To you, the true me is a stranger, with the whole of me just wanting you to go away.

But a part of me, a part of me yearns for you to stay.

You are the cause of heavy, nostalgic moving possibilities,

Yet every time we face, my mouth runs away and my heart works with great difficulty.

And my clumsiness, well that’s just displaced and gibbered poetry,

Brought to you by a heart, innocent and nervy.

Like gray clouds, straining to hold buckets of water in its nest,

Or a butterfly trapped inside a cocoons beating chest;

I hold this undefined, rapturous feeling, for you.

With abstruse hope that in discovering me, there’ll be a breakthrough.

To know me is to want me, as knowing you has led to unrequited anxiety.

Maybe you are worst than the parts I’ve dreamt up,

In fact my mind is pleading for my heart to wake up.

But a glimmer of hope is all that’s needed to keep this feeling afloat.

So let’s make a deal, let me be your first lifeboat.

To keep you dry before you’re soaked,

To illuminate your mind and to allow your heart and mine to convoke.

To shake the ground beneath your feet, to make you feel reborn,

To speak unspoken words & cheer you up when you’re forlorn.

And for me? All I ask for is my discovery.

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Your Lips, Dylan’s Voice

January 8, 2013

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By: Magnolia

You introduced me to him.

His rickety voice scratched against my ear buds yet filled me, ever so slightly, to the brim.

I was young and you were dapper & sweet,

He was strange and a bit tottery & offbeat.

But never mind that he was not my favorite tune,

You loved him and that made my day, even on the rainiest of afternoons.

So in the fashion of a freshly made acquired taste,

I lay in bed wrapped in the melodies of Dylan while staring at your face.

Over and under he strummed me into a blissful sleep,

As I closed my eyes and dreamt of your kiss skin-deep.

The next morning the city was gray and I was blue,

As I watched you smile, wave and walk away with noble virtue.

And although you were gone, it was Dylan’s song;

That kept me afloat, for another day,

 For as long as I shut my lids, I could pretend it was all gonna’ be okay.

Your lips and Dylan’s voice are the last memories I left behind,

Before moving on past my emotional moonshine.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

January 1, 2013

HERE’S TO US! ;  )

LoVe &

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