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No.28 The Processss by Lars Bronseth

£9

Since the first meeting between Hjelm and Bronseth on a Go See 10 years ago, the two have helped each other out in various projects. Their relationship draws upon a yearn for authenticity and performance at the same time. What starts as a real situation ends up in a performative one, and later the opposite, rendering Carl and Lars unable to tell where they started. 

The Processss is a visual diary of Norwegian photographer Lars Bronseth's life over a 6 month period. It documents everyday living with his friend Carl in a small apartment in Stockholm, with them both trying to navigate the world as newly singles in the Covid-era. 

Throughout the period, they shared home and created an imaginary world culiminating in an extensive tattoo collection, Hjelm’s new persona ‘Cry Laugh Emoji’ and 200 drawings of a duck getting a ball in the head.


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Hato Press is an independent publishing house established in 2009. It produces books, zines and other objects in collaboration with artists; exploring people, play, culture and community in unexpected ways. And, of course, it’s a longstanding part of the HATO family.

Published by Hato Press, London Printed on 80gsm EvercolourPages: 16Orientation: PortraitDimensions: 14 cm x 20 cmFormat: Softcover / Saddle stitch binding 

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