"Gue ke Bandung packingnya cuma lima menit," kata the fashionista Jakarta yang lemarinya penuh jas bertuliskan nama-nama pria tak kukenal.
Who the hell is Tri Handoko?
"The people here is so chill. Gue gak perlu dandan-dandan kalau mau keluar. I can just wear this shabby T shirt."
Gue menatap baju gue: kaos lima puluh ribuan yang gue beli diskon 50% di factory outlet pake kartu kredit mandiri mami natal tahun lalu. His shabby T shirt looks hipper than my factory outlet couture.
"No wonder kita gak dapet-dapet duit buat film kita," katanya sambil menatap hopeless baju dan sepatu crocs gue which I proudly wear for 9 months straight karena gak rusak-rusak.
Untuk bisa dianggep di Jakarta, I need a new Balenciaga bag, Motorcycle: edgy, makes me look worth 5M, and gak terlalu mahal.
"Gak sampai 20 juta kok!!!"
If I have 20 juta, mending beli susu anak Fatwa.
My school girl look won't get me money for our movie. I need to dress like a real producer: The power bitch with Birkin bag.
Mungkinkah ini karena Bandung? You do not need 20 milliiion bag to survive here.
Bandung is a good place to breed a freak. Orang-orang yang gak takut beda dari yang lain. Atau gak tahu dia beda?
The good thing about being a freak is that you can have your own style and be comfotable with yourself because you do not know how it feels to have people's attention on you. So you end up being yourself: the freak, and fine with it.
Or was it me who is terlalu kulit badak?
Gue melihat sekitar.
Kiri Kate Spade. Kanan Massimo Dutti.
Damn.
"Ya udah nanti kita ubek-ubek lemari Mak Gondut. We'll se what she got. OK?"
Demi 5 M.
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