kiss me all over and tell me you cant live without me
Basim Magdy, Every Subtle Gesture
The images appear to be a form of documentation or a specialized archive, but in fact they are all disparate snapshots of some kind of fragment, and that seems to be the only strand binding them together. The phrase accompanying each snapshot encapsulates it as a surreal moment or part of an imaginary tale. The series as a whole follows no discernable narrative or plot, but the little clues Magdy offers beckon the viewer to turn this ambiguity into a magical story of their own.
can i get a hell no
wow i forget what there is to do in the summer. the days are so long…
cheese gets hard on the outside when you leave it out because it wants to make a shell to protect itself so you can eat it later because you love it and it loves you
Jaz, London, 2007
in both noun
& verb. The way
the river banks
its flood, floods
its banks, quiver’s
grammar I carry
over my shoulder."
— Brian Teare
I WENT TO THE GIANTS GAME AND THEY WON IN THE TENTH INNING ON A WALKOFF HOMERUN THIS IS THE GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN (other than the giants winning two world championships)
Johanna Wallin. Vännfors, Sweden, 2010.
— Lewis Mumford, My Works and Days