Eat, rave, love. The more clichéd, the better the story. We foretell a generation of unique duplicates, curated nonchalance, and a fondness for extremities. In a disparate attempt at capturing disfigured ideologies of Hedonism, we subject ourselves to everything. Then again, are we wrong to dream of looking back at structure as opposed to nothing?
Photos bear the truth, or rather what we’d like to remember as the truth. In all its ‘honesty’, that just might be its humblest purpose. There is grace and simplicity in exuberance, and much more so in its finest memories. Capture every beat, every smile, every single light shone upon the adolescence of our bodies. As we let our hearts sweat out, and our minds shut down, our hands carry the weight of remembrance.
Embrace the damp air, the neon glares, and midnight fares. She’ll coat you in onyx and goggles, but you’d still yearn for her anyway. The sparse recollections will come spiralling in at full resolution. We’d end up pressed against cab doors, giddy from crafted imagery, and that’s exactly how we wanted it. Parting farewells flood back in reckless abandon, “Goodnight! Let’s do this again…” The mild desperation for water and company take over, as we drift off in escape to our galleries.
As with every morning, our spirits will rise again. We seek out the scene and the seen. Our feeds fill with untouched seeds, and ironically crowded grain. Decked out in monochromes and pastel, laughter and pride in the mundane hum in psychedelia.
In simple concepts, come simple words: there is beauty in uncovering the discovered, passion in documenting the cataloged, and difference in unity.
Jaegen shot all the images above with the 15mm and 75mm lenses.
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