josefine mattsson

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Stockholm Charades


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Summer flies to foreign countries

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the spirits of autumn settle in

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People, kissed by a healing wind

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waiting for the harsh winter to begin

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as the sun enters hibernation

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Swedes work on their winter accusations

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but in their minds live warm memories of Summer
fragments that will keep them together

Daily, Yadi Yada Pictures

Rapid Production


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Hi!

Last week Chris and I recorded a long sketch, which later turned out to be extremely unfocused. Or, more specifically: I was not in focus. Christmas-holiday’s were coming up around the corner and we needed films to push out during our break. We had to trash the film and come up with a new one. In the matter of minutes, like 70 of them, we had ideated, written a short script and filmed it. The day after it was published. BOOM! We’re getting better and better.

This is the result, hope you enjoy it 😀

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A Stockholm Chimera


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There lies peace in this morning, it is nesting on the streets, huddling together with relief in a solemn embrace.
Our beautiful city is a memory now, it exists in a thousands of digital and analogue photo albums, and in the minds of those who wandered these streets.
Some of them, or many rather, are not here to testify what once was, for they are dead. Minds who can’t speak of how bustling this city was during summer nor how quiet it was during winter.
They’ll never be able to say how many of the cherry trees actually blossomed in Kungsträdgården this summer, nor will any survivors, for the trees, just as the people, are gone. They were bombed before they had the chance to blossom into life.

In the quiet of the truce and in the wait for the end of this war, I think to myself – can one tell if the morning has broken if one wasn’t there to see the sun rupture the sky in half?
How can we know for sure that war on the opposite end of our globe is happening, if we have not heard the machine-guns shatter bodies into a million pieces? More importantly, who takes the time to care?

These are the types of thoughts I surround myself with. They are my best friends at night for they make everything seem mythical and diminutive, but during daytime they become my enemies. They give me hope in that that I want to believe, eagerly so, in humankind, and that we aren’t forgotten. This is why they are my enemies – hope in this situation is a curse.

Writings

Cacophony Misfortune


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I can’t bear the sounds of the world,
how they catapult and throw themselves upon each other
combined into a hollow scream
containing all horror created by mankind

Ghastly moans from a neglected child
The solemn sigh from a lonely soul
A silent sob, one the citizens of the world
has heard too many times, from a mother
who has lost her child

The earth is forced to listen
but earth has no ears,
hence it does not care
We on the other hand, us, the humans,
we listen
but we choose not to care

– J

Writings

Teenage Misconception


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Her mama questions her

“What you need that for?”

“Your skin is perfect”

Another teenage-exploration mama thinks to herself.

Daughter, seemingly ashamed, takes the facial scrub into the bathroom

Dabs her face wet

Looks at her dry skin

Applies the scrub

And scrubs

Scrubs

And she scrubs

Skin falls down into the sink

Scrubs, harder

It doesn’t disappear

Scrubs

Blood splatter on white porcelain

Like a bleeding swan

Tears up

Scrubs

She panics

How can it not disappear?!

Scrubs ferociously 

Tears, blood, skin, chemicals blended into a devil’s stew

Scrubs

Scrubs 

Scrubs

Stops.

Looks at herself in the mirror

The realization hits her harder than anything she’s ever experienced

It won’t disappear

The fat is still there.

She whispers

“I’ll be fat forever”

Photos

Winter Magic- We Saw a Halo


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We celebrated mini-christmas in Jämtland – my paradise on earth. On our way back home we witnessed an otherworldly phenomenon: a halo. My father was clever enough to realize the strange rainbow in -17 degrees would become a halo and I was stubborn enough to force him to come to a stop.

Two of the other photos are with me and the elkhounds. Believe me when I say that using hunting elkhounds for a photoshoot is NOT a good idea. Rowdy creatures, albeit loveable!

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