I’ll start by saying I don’t typically frown upon people just because they’re wealthy and well-connected.
Yet sometimes some people just keep behaving in certain ways that I can’t help but wonder if their circumstances shape their attitudes, rules of logical fallacy be damned.
Earlier this week I had to attend what was supposed to be a lovely afternoon at the Indonesia National Museum. We all know how dowdy Indonesian museums tend to be, but since a photography book launch and the unveiling of a fashion couture exhibition was on the agenda, I had my hopes.
I honored the heritage fabric dress code by donning a vintage hand-drawn batik scoured at the Triwindu flea market some years ago and charged up my phone for snapping pics of the gorgeous designs.
What happened later, in a room full of government officials, culture voyeurs, fashion enthusiasts and ...