The route
You watch the sunrise in your warmest clothes, with the dress folded in a bag in the jeep. Around 6:45, once the caldera floor is in sun, we drive to an open stretch of sand away from the jeep tracks and the horses, with Batok to one side and Bromo’s cone behind. You change in the jeep with the windows covered. The assistant takes the train, and we work with the wind rather than against it: first, the train thrown downwind with you facing into the breeze, so the fabric streams out behind like a flag; then, with the camera low on the sand, frames where the dress fills the sky and the cone sits under the curve of the fabric; and last, a long-lens frame from far away, a small red figure and a huge sweep of colour in a grey world. Between throws you put the coat back on. We stay on the flat sand rather than climbing the crater stairs, where a long train is a hazard on steep steps.











