Ah, the nouveau riche you've gotta love ‘em. I thought I had seen it all. In America , my home country, people get mega-rich every day. One day a ball player can be living in his car, and the next he's got a 20 million dollar deal with Nike. I remember once watching the MTV show, ‘Cribs', which offers viewers a through-the-keyhole look at the homes of the rich and famous. My favorite episode featured an American-football quarter back's home. In his bedroom ver his king-sized bed splay a chinchilla fur comforter. The lounge is outfitted with a ridiculously large flatscreen TV and black leather sofa and a sound system with monstrous speakers. On the wall hangs a picture of two snow leopards cuddling and a large portrait of his mother. Mind you, this tribute is not “in memoriam” – his mother is still very much alive. Anyone who looked at this house would not, even for a moment, conclude that the owner had taste. But it did convey one thing: Money and lots of it.
The same sort of lack of good taste exists in Jakarta among the parvenus. A chandelier can only be so big before it becomes an eyesore. Many of the houses here, just scream “Look at me, look at me! I have an underground parking garage, imported marble columns and the biggest plasma TV you've ever seen!”
But the newly opened Lara Djonggrang was the biggest slap in the face I have ever received. Too longed had I laughed at tasteless Indonesian wealth. Finally Indonesian wealth laughed back at me. |