Photos & Text by Antwan Thompson (instagram: antwanjthompson) Photography wasn’t the norm for me to participate. Never thought it was for me to have a career, but the moment I had the camera in my hands I felt alive, as I was possessed. Throughout the school year, I had slowly evolved into photographer but I didn’t…
To a Stranger Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other,…
I started photography when I was a junior at university. I was majoring in woodblock prints at the time and wanted to break the limitations of woodblock prints and do some projects in combination with photography. The project of “Boy comfort zoom” has been going on for about 2 years. During this period of time,…
In 2014 I felt like I crashed down from the sky to Ghent (Belgium), being 33 years old at the time and being part of an Erasmus program at the Luca School of Arts it all seemed like I was reliving some sort of late puberty. Before arriving to Belgium, my life in Croatia seemed…
I don’t care what people think of me I’m busy. I’ve got magical shit to do. I saw this statement recently and laughed to myself, that’s me. When I started photographing the male nude, some friends asked me to stop, they thought I might be judged, thankfully this made me more determined. I got my…
I still remember the night we met. I had only put myself out there recently following a bad but short relationship. It was a very cold night in NYC after snowstorms hit the city. He reached out to me online and mentioned he wanted to have a romantic night. He was only visiting but I…
It’s all started when my ex-bf gave me his old iPhone. So, he was the first sponsor of my photos. I began to take photos of myself but it’s quite difficult to run like a mad person and strike a pose when you have only 10 seconds. I decided to take photos of guys who…
Each time you slit your wrists and sewed them closed your skin grew stronger. Every scar someone forever a part of you. I don’t know who I am anymore. I have no skin left unscarred, no part of my heart undamaged. But a a damaged heart is better than no heart. And despite the bloody…
Mornings are colourless. No matter the sun, no matter the beauty of this city, I don’t have time. I struggle to keep this pace. I need motivation for every move that brings me closer to the front door. The coffee is cold and the food is tasteless. The shower is burning hot, but I don’t feel…
Few things are true in life, but death is one of them. We all die; that’s a fact. Among all, some are allowed to be witnesses of their own death. Though, very few people are able to experience the awareness of their own upcoming death. I don’t even know that feeling; but he did. I…
