TRIDAN.YOSHUA

About me.

Music, travel and photography are the breath of my life. I had never thought that I could combine them as sources of my creativity. Let me share the journey of my music, the places I go, and the people I meet along the way through narrative and visual.

POLIFONIC

Milan, 2023

Photos collection of my first voluntary job as a photographer for Polifonic Festival 2023 in Milan, featuring Ben Ufo, MCDE, Objekt, Ogazon, and many others. Milan has never hosted any electronic festival with such caliber. Each time I come to the festival, I can see that the journey is improving every year. I cannot be more proud of the music community here in Milan, the city I live in.

Putting the emotional involvement during travel and exploration into a symphony of words which leads to an immersion in depth of the characters and bewilderment in the story details and lines. The stories borrow background from real world world such as places, circumstances, historical events, accompanied by factual images. While the plot and characters could be altered in such way to unleash an emotional attachment to the characters, places, and time.

Putting as well service-oriented writings such as travel literature and documentary, to expose the resonance of way of life, values, art, and people's attitude, and to show the forms of everyday life from the past rural to the current urban metropolis lifestyle.

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HOUSE OF THE DEAD

Public unrest happened in the country due to the breakout and demonstrations of radical nationalists fighting the political unitarism. It was the war where Aldo Rossi was trapped. He drove his way to Istanbul passing the country in turmoil and had a car crash. He was taken into a small hospital, Slawonski Brod. Being rooted to bed, knowing that the hospital can be bombed anytime, he was thinking that his time in this world would end.

SCHNEEBERG

SPONSORED BY SCHNEEBERG HOTEL, ITALY

“Hugo per te.” A cocktail based on prosecco, elderflower syrup, sparkling water, and mint leaves mixed in a white wine glass was brought to the high table where I was sitting. Grey and quiet Monday morning. Never loved it. I’d thought that a bit of alcohol could have given me more spirit to start the day where I took a remote working day from the mountain. The bartender went back to clean his bar and arrange the bottles sorted in a way that I had thought by the size of the labels. I sipped my Hugo and let one of the smaller ice cube slipped into my mouth and crushed it between my teeth.