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@thediaryofhudson
It was a hot day.
A really hot day.
Everybody seemed frozen by the sun.
Their steps were slow and imprecise,
As if the light rays emanating from the sky locked their lower torso up.
Hustling around like broken winder toys,
Scanning the confines of a shopping more in order to buy more apathy.
No one here looked happy,
Excluding the children of course,
But even they become adults.
That Mandela poster is everywhere!
I feel sorry for South Africa.
Even as an temporary immigrant, I feel the effects of it’s deterioration through the pain of everyone else around me. They close their eyes, and hang their heads low. They hide behind their cell phones and simple conversations.
But deep down, in the pit of every single fucking organ they know, truly and undoubtedly, that they are fucked absolutely and indefinably. But aren’t we all?
Nelson Mandela square
21st March
Man that kid!
He ran through the fountain end to end, concurrently slowing down and speeding up trying not to slip then trying to run as fast as possible.
He did this again, and again and again.
I’m sure after I left he would of continued until his mother dragged him out by his ears.
-Nelson Mandela Square 21st March
LETTERS TO MOTHER THE GRAND BUDEPEST HOTEL
Dear Mother,
Oh boy. What a story I have for you!
I was in Johannesburg last weekend, and I spent my time with your dear friend Tobina!
She is not doing so well. She is depressed as ever. Her son Charles is completely and utterly disconnected from her, and it’s not helping her cause.
Well anyways, it was otherwise an absolutely stupendous time and I have attached some pictures for you to look at
Love you always,
Today and Forever
Hudson River
LETTERS TO MOTHER
THE GRAND BUDEPEST HOTEL
Dear Mother,
Oh boy. What a story I have for you!
I was in Johannesburg last weekend, and I spent my time with your dear friend Tobina!
She is not doing so well. She is depressed as ever. Her son Charles is completely and utterly disconnected from her, and it’s not helping her cause.
Well anyways, it was otherwise an absolutely stupendous time and I have attached some pictures for you to look at
Love you always,
Today and Forever
Hudson River
LETTERS TO MOTHER
THE MAJESTICAL BOTANICAL
Dear Mother,
I am so very happy.
There are many things I want to say, and tell you about but I just can’t.
I am so overwhelmed with glee, that my mind is running like a racehorse, and just describing this feeling to you is provocative enough to...
INTERVIEWS WITH HUDSON RIVER #1
By Charles Mackenzie
"What is your biggest source of inspiration?"
"Failure. I find the greatest success in failure. I am not an unhappy person, to the contrary, and I don’t carry old wounds around with me. But when I fail myself, others or even the very art...
TUESDAY’S THOUGHTS 10:48 PM
It came during my final second final smoke for the day.
I think the reason I need art so much,
is because I crave structure.
So I force art down my throat,
ask unreasonable things from so many people,
I try so goddamn hard to do myself right.
And then I collapse.
Into nothingness.
Empty routine.
And I slowly start picking up the pieces,
making sense of my life again,
and then the whole roller coaster starts all over again.
HUDSON RIVER
2014
31st NOVEMBER
REFLECTIONS IN A MIRROR
"I fear that I will never be able to escape madness, just like crazy old phaedrus I am inextricably bound to trying to understand life.I sew myself into every single tiny nuance, moment, and action .And sometimes the net becomes too large.Too much.I have no solace or freedom, I am bound by my mission to understand, perceive and recreate life and that mission will surely be my doom"
Hudson River
2013
PEEPLE STREET
KALK BAY
27th DECEMBER
What a sick and misunderstood world we live in, that people would deny this man the throne. Nobody would dream of calling him king.
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But that’s the FEAR talking, they take one look at the FEAR and they call him an outcast. I take one look at his smile, and call him a friend.
HUDSON RIVER
2013
How do you jump into the mind of another photographer?
The previous Friday (6th September) I followed Kent on a shoot for @ChasseurMag to a location that my poor vocabulary and local knowledge only allows me to describe as a ‘Log yard’.
Using a custom Pentax lens on my digital camera, I had the task of filming and photographing the aforementioned shoot.
During the drive up, Kent and I discussed cinematography, films and all things geeky. However, other than that I didn’t have much to go by on when covering the shoot.
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If I were to interpret the photos and videos that I took that day to be ‘behind the scenes’ I wouldn’t be half wrong however more to the point in order to properly cover Kent in his artistic environment one would have to understand his motives, thought processes and above all his creative processes.
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If I hide behind my camera, steadily documenting Kent photographing, am I really connecting with his photographic persona or am I just portraying someone clicking a button on a large expensive plastic machine?
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I am not saying that I failed, or that I don’t connect with Kent, what I am saying is: there is more to explore, there is more to do, there is more to Kent.
In December I will possibly be working with Kent more intimately on an independent project.
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There is still more to be seen.
There is still more to Kent.
See original post here: Kindly, MR Kent Andreasen
Harriet.
'Harri'.
- Yesterday I went on a hike with Youlendree and Harri(see here).
Yesterday I met Harri.
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I had noticed Harri before, and bumped into her a couple of times(as she hangs out with Youlendree), but this was the first time I ever got to ‘meet’ her.
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Harri has a distinct nature in the sense that Harri is always Harri.
Harri is not 'somebody else'
But Harri is not nobody.
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On our hike, we spent most of the time getting extremely existential about many things… although, despite the fact that this is often a silly habit of mine:
When you are with the right people
in the right environment…
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You know what you are saying isn’t bullshit.
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And that’s what Harri is not.
Harri is certainty.
Harri is truth.
How she is, is who she is.
I shot a music video for a local reggae artist in Grahamstown.
We shot it at Rhodes university, the location townships and the botanical gardens
Check it out.
Jenny from Newcastle.
"Should I keep my glasses off, or should I put them back on?"
"Keep them off, your eyes are fucking beautiful"
Seen in Southbank
Taken at a friends house, in a little town called Mareil sur Mauldre in France.
Under God's Thumb
-I have done so many stupid things
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Under God's Thumb
- I'm sadder than sad
-my choices are always bad
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Under God's Thumb
-The company I keep,
-are just fucking sheep
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Under God's Thumb
-My whole entire life is a lie, and I spend all my fucking years under god and I just don't know why
2 days ago, I finished shooting/editing my first short film ‘France’, something that had become a very inspired but impromptu collaboration with my cousin Anaïs Mackenzie.
In the weeks to follow I shall publish various photo stories, that further contextualize and explain the various scenes in the movie( along with some unseen photos from cut/unused footage).
However I feel this movie is extremely interpretative, and it touches on many broad topics mainly: France and South Africa, Langauge, People, Travel, Conversation, Gumboot Dancing/Mining.
Salute!
