Johnston Lim
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johnstonlcs@gmail.com

Photographer/Designer/Film/Editor/Cult

<este mundo será mejor>






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Currently - Mass producing wooden chair, working on an online magazine (excited!), in production of short film 'Garden' and poster design print for rich people.
Friday, May 25, 2012
605/8 December 2007

December 8, 2007

I miss you, John. 27 years later, I still wish I could turn back the clock to the Summer of 1980. I remember everything - sharing our morning coffee, walking in the park together on a beautiful day, and seeing your hand stretched to mine - holding it, reassuring me that I shouldn’t worry about anything because our life was good.

I had no idea that life was about to teach me the toughest lesson of all. I learned the intense pain of losing a loved one suddenly, without warning, and without having the time for a final hug and the chance to say, “I love you,” for the last time. The pain and shock of that sudden loss is with me every moment of every day. When I touched John’s side of our bed on the night of December 8th, 1980, I realized that it was still warm. That moment has haunted me for the past 27 years - and will stay with me forever.

Even harder for me is watching what was taken away from our beautiful boy, Sean. He lives in silent anger over not having his Dad, whom he loved so much, around to share his life with. I know we are not alone. Our pain is one shared by many other families who are suffering as the victims of senseless violence. This pain has to stop.

Let’s not waste the lives of those we have lost. Let’s, together, make the world a place of love and joy and not a place of fear and anger. This day of John’s passing has become more and more important for so many people around the world as the day to remember his message of Peace and Love and to do what each of us can to work on healing this planet we cherish.

Let’s: Think Peace, Act Peace, and Spread Peace. John worked for it all his life. He said, “there’s no problem, only solutions.” Remember, we are all together. We can do it, we must. I love you!

Yoko Ono Lennon
8 December 2007

Thursday, May 24, 2012
604/What I need

What I need.



Moscot Lemtosh (Black) & Miltzen (Tortoise) / Fujifilm X100 / Gold face leather watch / iPhone 4 / J.M. Coetzee, Slow Man / Rayban Clubmaster / LYRA Megaliner / iPad 2 / Monologue

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
603/Wednesday like this

Embrace messy hair and facial hair / cashmere jumper / lemtosh


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Monday, May 14, 2012
602/Messy hair

I do not know how it will feels like when we break up, what we will talk about each other, how much disappointment or how deep I might have hurt you or not. I think we should reenact this scene right now, we should talk about how much you hated my ego, how much I dislike your guts for independence, how confident you look, the spontaneity you inherited. This is how much love is all about, embracing our messy hair, the unrefined spoken languages when we are stuck with french film, that we would be the best actors, jumping off the mattress, throwing wine glasses, make burnt pancakes, make unsatisfying love, roadtrips and making sense when love doesn't.

Friday, May 4, 2012
601/15 Minutes Eternal

Andy Warhol / Surface Artist / Sketch in tribute




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Thursday, May 3, 2012
600/Don't drown with me anymore

I've been feeling a sense of rising frustration, with the undeclared unjust of perceiving the idea of 'society' or living as a whole. It could never come to a point of ironical similarity or even least crossing paths. I may be an atheist, or a strongly influenced buddhism believer, which never came as an answer of how different I should have looked at you, people, feminism, food or anything human. Question is, 'why everywhere, everyone starts to look the same ?'

The psychological sense of being human, or the unspoken imagination in the mind is often hideous or perhaps insightful for your impression of beautiful culture, languages, humanity and ego. You know you land yourself indiscernibly in this society, you feel displaced, the missing small talks you love, non-verbal emotions, less appreciation, people who constantly put you down but remember this - we do not just want explosions but we need emotions.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012
599/La salutation

la salutation, comment allez-vous ?
























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Sunday, April 1, 2012
598/Magazine

Magazine Sunday / CBTL (again) / Creep



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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
597/Living

Travel -

I start to brush my teeth with my fingers, to prepare myself for the one-man road trip along gulf of tonkin, maybe I will get a ride along the way, then I'll drive myself to nowhere, grab food on the journey, take tons of images, bare-footed, maybe spend the night over a stranger's place - we speak english. Then in the morning I'll depart without goodbye, then I'll be at the beach, I'll watch the sunrise, I'll bathe myself in the sea, lunch at the street vendors, then I'll probably meet someone along the way, language might be problem, we both speak different native languages but we can converse with fingers, eyes, body gestures and parts of singular words.


Living in city -

Where the fuck is all the human emotions ? You take a bit of emotions here and there, in the movies, in books, philosophy, anthropology and that's just a tiny portion of a bit of a tiny fraction, I mean like myself, I take emotions from film, from the uncanny true expression of a forced performance, then finally you felt it, that silent punch that enter you like remembering a certain period of your life, or a relation to what occurred in your unconsciousness, that spark that light up the moment of visual experience of emotions.

Society, society and this fucking sick society that streams everyone into a container where everywhere you see is yourself and more replica of yourself, then you remember the emotions you felt during the experience, and you start to relate, self-pity, angered, but nothing is moving, you're trapped, you only have a part of hidden emotions and a huge part of media, society, politics and you don't understand why every fucking person is so bad to each other which didn't make sense and you want to get away - so far away.


Monday, March 19, 2012
596/Inbetween

Inbetween disguise -










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