The Red journal

 


“I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same idea of all our passions as of love: they are all, in their sublime, creative of essential beauty” – John Keats


Two girls from Fiction |

2 

3 The american girl |

4 Jaco Jansen | 1* |

5 Jade, Bryan and two other girls |

8

9 David Driver|

10 Micah Friedland|

11 Neville Seal| 

12 Taylor |

13 Douglas |


“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” – John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men


14 Indian guy with bad breath |

15 Steven | 3 |

16 Teddy Torres | 4 |

17 Derrick | 5 |

18 Mike | 6 |

19 Joel |

20 Pablo |

21 Patrick Norr | 7* |

22 Chanel Ruby |

23 Herman Botha|

24 Guy with flip-flops |

25 Renate |

26 Zayne | 8 |


“Amelia smiled, and that smile, although sad, lit up the darkly furrowed face, made the silence voluble, made the remoteness familiar, was the divulgence of a secret, the surrender of a hitherto protected possession, which though it might be taken back could never be so entirely.”- Franz Kafka (The Castle)


27 Christo Paxton | 12 |

28 Guys at Strawberry Tik |

29

30 Myer |

31 Jesse Chinn|

32 Three guys in Bathhouse |

33

34 

35 Englishman | 9 |

36 Toby | 10* |

37 The Greek | 11 |

38 Gary |

39 Colin |


“…you have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signsthe slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulatethe little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognised by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita


40 Alain | 13 |

41 Daniel |

42 Rose |

43 Duncan |

44 Matt Fox| 14 |

45 Brett Anolik |

46 Hertzog’s girlfriend |

47 Tarry Terra |

48 Robert (the pirate) |

49 Shyam | 15 |

50 Roy Gluckman| 16 |

51 Chantelle |

52 Jess Diamonds |


“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha


53 Reece |

54 Chantel |

55 Rafiel |

56 Chris |

57 Lawrence |

58 Denis |

59 Nimrod |

60 Keletso |

61 John-Carlos |

62 Mercy |

63 Pieter WD | 17 |

64 David |

65 Phil |


“Anonymity doesn’t muffle coincidence: it makes the coincidences more outlandish.” –Ghostwritten by David Mitchell


66 Johan |

67 Craig |

68 Alex Hosler |

69 Sarah |

70 Jodi |

71 Marthee |

72 The Filipino fire dancer |

73 Gene |

74 Kieron |

75 Creese |

76 Celeste and Indian guy |

77 

78 Bronwyn |


“A cold moth with unusually dense dorsal tufts landed lightly on Rahel’s heart. Where its icy legs touched her, she got goosebumps. Six goosebumps on her careless heart. A little less her Ammu loved her.” – Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things


79 Kono | 18 |

80 Janus Jordaan |

81 Johan |

82 Jewish guy |

83 Arlin | 19 |

84 Actor from Hothouse | 20 |

85 Tyrone | 21 |

86 Guido |

87 Chandre’s date |

88 Ashley |

89 Shazaa | 22 |

90 John Trengove | 23 |

91 Sagan | 26 |


“He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn’t kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn’t see her. If he saw her, he couldn’t feel her.”- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things


92 Peter |

93 Taz |

94 Byron Arthur Clark |

95 Sjarmante |

96 Anton/Heidi |

97 Andrew Arnott | 24 |

98 MC | 25 |

99 Laz |

100 Dogan |

101 Dogan | 27 |

102 Guram Sherozia | 28 |

103 Frenchman in jacuzzi |

104 Tall dutchman |


“I want to hold you close like a lute,

so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick, I try to stay

just above the surface, yet I’m already under

and living within the ocean” – Rumi


105 Jake |

106 Imogen |

107 Mefail | 29 |

108 Omer Or | 30 |

109 Mai-III |

110 Mel |

111 Igorü | 31 |

112 Jew at urinal | 32 |

113 Daniel | 33 |

114 Bookku | 34 |

115 Tom | 35 |

116 Victor | 36 |

117 Victoria | 37* |


“We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it’s one little room, like a bath house in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner. and that’s all eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment


118 Dennis | 38 |

Man in sauna | 39 |

119 Italian in corridor | 40 |

Kid at Babylon | 41 |

120 Chico de argentino en la bosques | 42 |

121 Asian piggy | 43 |

122 The receptionist | 44* |

123 Jay Khanna | 45 |

Rado | 46 |

124 Marcos Díez |

125 All he said: Come with me | 47 |

126 Mohammed | 48 |

127 19yo John | 49 |


“The people resemble a wild beast, which, naturally fierce and accustomed to live in the woods, has been brought up, as it were, in a prison and in servitude, and having by accident got its liberty, not being accustomed to search for its food, and not knowing where to conceal itself, easily becomes the prey of the first who seeks to incarcerate it again.” – Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince


Malay Dav 50 |

128 Salman | 51 |

129 Joris | 52 |

130 Bram | 53 |

131 Peter ‘Watson’ | 54 |

132 Daniele in PJs

133 (I don’t bottom) Dylan |55|

134 Side-face Stef |56|

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.” –Cormac McCarthy, The Road