Todd Hido
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Years ago, when I just arrived in Vancouver, I would often lose my way while navigating the often-confusing highways. I did not have the luxury of Google Maps, or any maps for that matter. On one of my mis-journeys, I had to drive through a bridge. I did not know its name at the time, but it was physically imposing. The huge structure supported eight lanes across its belly. Its gargantuan proportions, along with the dark misty deep at the end of it (where I was headed towards) sparked fear in me. It was a late Autumn evening, with winds howling and acres of undeveloped ‘jungle’ whizzing past me, and street lights were few and far in between. It was a rather unforgettable journey, albeit one I do not much cherish.
Todd Hido’s work reminded me very much of that trip. Eerie, mysterious and utterly frightful…