Mar 2014
I learnt to tie my shoes
I learnt to ride my bike
I learnt to smoke
I learnt the vulnerability of fully exposing an idea
I learnt to tie my shoes
I learnt to adapt my behavior in the light of others' actions.
I learnt the difficulty of sustaining the hopes of youth.
I remember a French girl with an English name.
'Leave me now, return tonight,' she told me every morning, and I did.
I remember an English girl with an French name.
We were the circle that no one could break, or so I thought.
Yesterday I was there.
Today I am here.
The two are light years apart.
I dance with a friend,
holding her hand realize,
how disconnected I have become,
from the simple beauty of touch.
I return and sense,
that things are not the same as before,
but feel had I stayed,
everything would likely seem the same.
Your words touch me.
Your thoughts excite me.
I want to try all that.
Explore everything with you.
Alone.
All one.
If and but and maybe and whatever.
I hate those words.
Everything doesn't have to be perfect.
To idealize is also a form of suffering.
------ by Julian Hibbard
st...26 march 2014
I learnt to ride my bike
I learnt to smoke
I learnt the vulnerability of fully exposing an idea
I learnt to tie my shoes
I learnt to adapt my behavior in the light of others' actions.
I learnt the difficulty of sustaining the hopes of youth.
I remember a French girl with an English name.
'Leave me now, return tonight,' she told me every morning, and I did.
I remember an English girl with an French name.
We were the circle that no one could break, or so I thought.
Yesterday I was there.
Today I am here.
The two are light years apart.
I dance with a friend,
holding her hand realize,
how disconnected I have become,
from the simple beauty of touch.
I return and sense,
that things are not the same as before,
but feel had I stayed,
everything would likely seem the same.
Your words touch me.
Your thoughts excite me.
I want to try all that.
Explore everything with you.
Alone.
All one.
If and but and maybe and whatever.
I hate those words.
Everything doesn't have to be perfect.
To idealize is also a form of suffering.
------ by Julian Hibbard
st...26 march 2014
Julian Hibbard is an English-born fine art photographer.
His enigmatic, award winning images have been exhibited in London, New York, Los Angeles, Scotland, Santiago de Chile and at the prestigious Fundación RAC Gallery in Spain.
Editorial assignments and profiles include: Afterimage, Fascineshion.com, Surface Magazine, Elle, Label, Dpict, Victor by Hasselblad, Wallpaper, The Huffington Post, Observor Life, Popular Mechanics, Honey, Blink, Pictured, Spin, Antenna, The New York Times Style Magazine, Sony Music and Bliss Lau.
His first book, "The Noir A-Z", a visual alphabet to accompany dominant terms from the noir universe, was published in 2009.
A second title - "Schematics: A Love Story" - a diagrammatical mapping of love, loss, time and memory, was released in December 2011.
His enigmatic, award winning images have been exhibited in London, New York, Los Angeles, Scotland, Santiago de Chile and at the prestigious Fundación RAC Gallery in Spain.
Editorial assignments and profiles include: Afterimage, Fascineshion.com, Surface Magazine, Elle, Label, Dpict, Victor by Hasselblad, Wallpaper, The Huffington Post, Observor Life, Popular Mechanics, Honey, Blink, Pictured, Spin, Antenna, The New York Times Style Magazine, Sony Music and Bliss Lau.
His first book, "The Noir A-Z", a visual alphabet to accompany dominant terms from the noir universe, was published in 2009.
A second title - "Schematics: A Love Story" - a diagrammatical mapping of love, loss, time and memory, was released in December 2011.
