@johnhns

"The routine of instagram postings seem to remix the saturated motifs of hypermarkets. and airport lounges. Possibly concealing a secret, signals to the others obscure messages on the state of things here on planet Earth. Such clear pools in a sunlight almost too warm, pictures tinted in the primary colours of excess or are those just zircons on the collars of the kissing borzois?

Green splash, black square a speck of dust magnified and repeated in empty rooms. Why are two dots inside a tin of paint, their edible colour make the poisonous look organic, is that how they like it over there, up there on that milky globe.

I was just thinking to be it has nice, a hiccuped poem in scrambled sentiments for a click through indifferent user. Cigarettes, fingers dry with blood, come free in eggshell blue with 9 likes on Monday.

There is so much deceit in semaphore, that shows us not how or where is the way. Street signs ground control, screens to watch a world through, mixed up binary coding slack to the hardness in soft lines."

Extract from "To be it has nice" a small publication of images from the Instagram @johnhns selected by Julia Waugh and published in 2016.

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