"The Young Ones" got a very nice review in L'Intervalle. Merci!
(Google Translate) "The children we see here have a total,
irreducible, frank presence. They are our lost horizon, the one we try
to find through art, drunkenness, ecstasies, artificial or not. (…) The
looks Johansson catches are crystal clear in depth: no cheating, no time
for it."
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"
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.
It has arrived! I'm very excited. Release next week at Paris Photo. I'll be signing the book at the Journal booth at Polycopies next friday 8/11 13:30. If in Paris, don't be a stranger!
Snapshots from the printing of "The Young Ones". The staff at Narayana Press in Denmark are very competent. Highly recommended for all your photobook printing needs :)