Thursday, May 21, 2009

The hole

I screwed up my knee somehow running the other day. Not being able to exercise is the pits, as all I've done instead is nothing + eating. Saw a bit more of the countryside today with my host family today, and via papermag I found this amazing prank. Basically these two guys found a lot of information about this gamer on the internet, put together a scrapbook and gave it to him, beginning his 'mission to save the future'. It goes on for years, and includes plane travel, an art exhibition of the prank and culminates in the gamer finding himself in a theatre show in which he saves the future. Amazing stuff, and here's the full thing from his point of view here.

Along the same lines of distracting things on the internet, I 'stumbled upon' this, an artwork in which the artist sent over 300 love letters (to lovers, friends, family) pasted to the outside of the addressed evelope for all to read, to strangers. They're all up on the website if you want to peruse. I've never sent a love letter in my life thanks to the internet, and I'm feeling a bit left out of the process. It's a bit of voyeurism really, but so is postsecret and we all know how successful that is. What makes watching private things publically so fascinating? Some say it's about exploring human nature and feeling more connected. I suppose that is in there, but we're still not at all connected to the real people who write/receive those love letters, or who write those secrets, so what is it?

I miss being creative. And being around creative people. I miss living and feeling like this:

Does that make sense? If you have any creative things I should look into, hit me up.

First four lookbook last two me.


  1. I would like to live like some of those people as well.

  2. What a great post! I love it, you're already full of creativity miss. I've written many love letters to my boyfriend, but I'm feeling inspired now to do more to those who I love around me. Love your blog.


  3. J'aime beaucoup beaucoup ces photos ... surtout les deux dernières