fredag 21 augusti 2020

fredag 14 augusti 2020

fredag 7 augusti 2020

Posters for sale

The webshop Kolla is now launching a series of photos from my book about Stockholm, "A Familiar Place" (Journal, 2018), as open edition art posters. The posters (size 50x70 cm) are printed on high quality Hahnemule fine art paper. 48 euro plus shipping. Check them out at www.kollashop.com.








tisdag 9 juni 2020

Group exhibition in Arles


I’m really happy that this photo from “The Young Ones” is chosen to be in the group exhibition OpenWalls Arles at Galerie Huit Arles this summer. 26th June to the 5th September.

"From 1854 Media & British Journal of Photography in collaboration with Galerie Huit Arles, OpenWalls Arles is an international photography award designed to elevate the careers of emerging and established photographers by exhibiting their work in the prestigious and historic location of Arles"

söndag 24 maj 2020

Slideshow "The Young Ones"


Slideshow of my photobook "The Young Ones" (Journal, 2019).
Pictures taken 2002-19 in Stockholm, Öland, Kivik, Östersund (SE), Bucharest (RO), Rome (IT) and Costa Rica.

PHOTOS & TEXT
Simon Johansson

MUSIC
Simon Johansson
Christofer Stannow

www.simonjohansson.se
www.journal-photobooks.com

MY FATHER WAKES ME AT three o’clock in the morning as agreed. I’m not sure what’s most exciting, to be up watching TV in the middle of the night, or that man is landing on the moon. No matter which, the grainy black-and-white television image of Neil Armstrong in a space suit floating down the ladder has stuck on my retina. While man takes the giant leap, 380 439 kilometres from our living room, I take a small step to expand my very own universe.

Early every morning, at dawn, I steal the brand new bicycle belonging to the boy next door. Despite being told off several times, I continue to rise before everyone else, lug the bicycle down the stairs and onto the pavement. The bike is too big and wobbly but I manage a few metres at the time. I sway into flower borders, fall on top of rose bushes, scratch myself bloody, crash into the tarmac and graze myself, again and again. But I don’t give up. With the stubbornness of a five-year-old, I lift up the bike which isn’t mine and try again. The red lacquer is scratched and has lost some of its shine. I’m bleeding and bruised. But it doesn’t matter. I’m five years old, man walks on the moon, and I’m determined to learn to ride a bike.

Existence


New pic edited for the ongoing project Existence.