Josefine Boel Johannessen Tag a friend and say nothing

Practical information

Opening:
February 08, 19:00 – 21:00, 2024

Additional opening hours:
February 09 - February 11, 13:00 – 16:00

Address:
Halmtorvet 11D, DK-1700 Copenhagen

Tag a friend and say nothing
Solo exhibition

The words have a particular way of sitting just on top of the paper. Bows and cracks. So chic. The black marks forming lines on white A4 paper. And between whatever lines is something stupid to be said. How old school. Style someone whispers. Whispering is used to amplify the content. Ok the thing is that I over complicated this writing for no reason. I wanted to write about the moon-landing, coming up with the point, that I don’t really care about it. And that no one born after that landing cares and that it seems like people are not really down for the grand gestures anymore. But hey. Why write about something I don’t care about. I do rather write about style. Its fashion week in the capitol these days, and Im stuck in the province trying to make kin. I realized my only way in, in whatever situation, is as a spectator deciding whether I like the form or not. I will never be hot enough to walk the runway and im too lazy to ever design and produce big time. So I will just comment and keep on writing notes. J asked me if I wanted to write her exhibition text. My first thought was yes ofc because I think J is actually really trying to shape a new tomorrow within a practice. But now im feeling a bit shy about writing it or writing something that tries to have opinions or nice words and so, also because the exhibition is in the capitol and what if someone I am crushing on is reading this! And then I have kind of revealed my true self as someone who is really bad at writing. I might as well delete all words in my life. On this note I erased everything written on my to-do list. Better be empty. At the moment I really don’t care. You can say whatever and Im just waiting for the moment where I have to ask a new question so you will keep on talking about something I still don’t care about. Scrolling.

But at some point. When you did that thing with your phone. You know that one thing. How you threw it out of the window from, maybe, the third floor, my heart did drop. The capsule crashed, and somehow I started to care.

And when you didn’t get that job. I care.
And when the bar was closed. I care.
And when my knee hit the corner table leg. I care.
And when your face looked strange for a sec. I care.
That ass in those jeans. I care.
And that damn smile. I care.

Remembered fact: collapse is the fastest thing in the world!
We are not demanding another spectacle. Infinite invention. Try to chill.

- Julie Hvass

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Josefine Boel Johannessen

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