Nasir Mazhar

Nasir Mazhar had a sample sale today, so being the cool fashionista kid I am I went only to admire the clothes because mana not balling. It was on a side road of a side road in Stoke Newington that I've passed a billion times, where there was big silver graffiti at the start of the road and colourful flowers all down it that matched my outfit.

There were loads of old warehouse looking places opposite small houses and what looked like offices in the basements. I think there were businesses located in this area which felt so exclusive, as if there were all these little creative hubs amongst all the rubbish.

To me the van looks dirty in a cool way. I never noticed those brown streaks of whatever until I took the picture.



These strange pops of colour just had to be captured. Especially the toilet lol. I like the idea of it as a flower pot.



When I turned onto the side road off the side road I felt so surprised to see a QUEUE of very well dressed people. They all seemed to be in groups or pairs and I was just there by myself walking towards them lmao. I stood behind these two Asian girls who kept shuffling on their feet as we inched towards the red metal door, where a friendly woman was letting people in as people came out. I could see others browsing the tee-shirts through a cloudy gated window. When I got inside myself it was a magical atmosphere. I didn't take pictures of the clothes because I wanted to preserve how special and secret everything felt. So those pictures are just in my mind I guess.

Station Settings

This is the train station near my yard. I have no idea what the locked gate thing is protecting. I wonder if it was put up after the window was smashed or not.

I like the sun or sky's reflection on the pipe, and how the walls on either side of it are different textures. The graffiti on the little chair I sat on engaged me whilst I waited for my train. My trousers looked nice that day next to the brownish floor. All these colours are so pretty together, in a washed out suburban kinda way. So much rust and ruin and cracked stuff. I think it's important to capture such things cos it's all honest. Imagine posterity only ever seeing perfection in representations of the past. It wouldn't even make sense.

GO TO HELL

You were always told HELL was a bad place. Then you pushed open its door and realised that hell is where the truth lies... and the powerful people in this world tarnish the image of their resting place to keep you out.

   

The walls are black. From the colourful cross of stained cardboard windows, hands reach out and hold your head hostage for a while. What you see starts to save you.









The words climb into your brain and kick the matter into cosmic expansion.

You exit the trance and pivot on your tiptoes to find a mirror there. Your reflection's mouth is open in awe. Suspended from the ceiling are a pair of legs which flew to HELL from another land.

There's a table, a machine and a man. Your worldly notes become tokens of appreciation for this awakening they provided, exchanged for very wavey garms.

You want to GO TO HELL again but Judgement Day has passed. You're okay though because your soul was saved. C/o of:

RYAN HAWAII

2015

GO TO HELL

16

My friend Joyce had a surprise 16th birthday party this week at her grandma's , even though she doesn't like surprises lmao. There was max 15 of us and we had so so much fun, just chilling before the birthday girl got there. Everyone filmed Joyce's arrival which ended up being so jokes, she ran out the house omg.

         

Once Joyce calmed down lool I ate some peng peng food, had some cheeky drinks and put my phone down to fully experience the party. It's too easy to focus so much on capturing moments that you don't actually live them. As an artist I think it's unhealthy and uninspiring to keep doing that.

Relevantly here's some pics my girl Olamide took of me on that night:

Find her brilliance on Instagram @olamideige and http://cargocollective.com/Igephotography