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Visiting D.FESTA THE Origin at MPX Gallery brought back so many memories. We loved walking through the exhibition and reliving these special moments together. Our editor caught some fun clips of us along the way. Thank you for always being by our side. Hope you enjoy the video.

The weather has turned cooler-MOA, be careful not to catch a cold and make sure to wear more clothes.

In this monochrome close-up, every single element is designed to convey the raw, focused energy of the Eye of the Storm. Wisps of smoke and hair sweep across my face as if caught in a sudden gust of wind, yet my expression remains completely composed. I tilted my head just slightly, locking my eyes straight into the camera lens with a piercing, unwavering stare. The contrast between the clean white collar and the rough, distressed textures lining my shoulder adds a rugged elegance to the overall look. It captures that exact moment when you stand face-to-face with the tempest and refuse to back down.

Standing alone under the harsh light of a dark void. The textured, distressed white outfit drapes heavily as I tilt my body forward, capturing that precise moment of calm before the pressure builds. Eyes looking down, completely absorbed in the stillness at the Eye of the Storm.

Sitting low at the center of the circular platform, I let the shadowed figures circle around me like gusts of wind. The contrast in this concept is what makes it so powerful my bright white outfit, embellished with textured beige details, breaks through the surrounding darkness completely. My pose is deliberately grounded and low, giving off an aura of quiet dominance while everyone else is swept up in motion. Looking straight into the lens with an unyielding gaze, I wanted to show that even in the absolute center of chaos, I remain completely centered, calm, and in control.

In this dynamic angle, I threw myself entirely into the air to bring the concept of the Eye of the Storm to life. The white outfit with its frayed, fur-like details creates a dramatic visual effect against the dark void, making every second of the leap feel monumental. Even while mid-flight, I kept my facial features sharp and locked onto the lens. It is about proving that no matter how hard the wind blows or how upside down things get, I own this space completely.

People think the eye of the storm is peaceful, but it is actually where the real power gathers. Standing here in this stark white outfit, surrounded by dancers moving like violent gusts of wind, I feel the immense pressure of the elements. My posture is low, defensive yet offensive, poised to strike at any second. My facial expression is fierce and piercing, cutting straight through the surrounding gloom. ook closely at my face there is a fierce determination in my eyes, refusing to let the surrounding chaos consume me. This is the heart of the storm, and I am its master.

Embodying the central focus of the PERFECT STORM "EYE OF THE STORM" concept. Clad in a crisp white shirt beneath a uniquely distressed ruffle-detailed jacket, I crouch low with slicked hair and a sharp side glance while veiled figures stand behind me. The eye of the storm is right here.

Every storm has a center, a moment when the chaos seems to pause long enough for us to see what remains. Here, beneath the darkness, we stand in ivory-white silhouettes against a landscape marked by fractures and forgotten footsteps. Our clothes carry the textures of a world undone; our expressions hold the quiet gravity of those who have seen more than they reveal. Around us, the shadows continue their endless motion. Within us, something steadier begins to take shape. This is EYE OF THE STORM, not an escape from the chaos, but a confrontation with everything it leaves behind.

HAH EH OH WAH EH WOY, ANJIR KEVERIF. BENTAR SAYANG, ANUIN ANUANNYA DULU.

BENTAR GUE BINGUNG MULAI DARIMANA. 😭

͏✎ . . ROTW UNTUK KEDUA KALINYA. 🤘

Hai, yeuhjun udah on ya. (Ngabarin)

Standing right in the center of this endless tunnel, looking back with a sharp glance that says I'm ready for whatever comes next. The sleeveless dark leather vest and studded gear give me that rugged edge to take on the chaos. Carrying all my gear in this heavy backpack, I'm not running away from the chaos, I’m here to ride the storm head on.

They call it a perfect storm, but I think every storm needs a face. So here I am, wrapped in black leather with a flash of red, standing beneath the lights like I own the entire night. No loud words, no unnecessary moves. Just a steady gaze, a little mystery, and the kind of presence that stays in your head long after I've walked away.