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From place to place

  

Sidi Kaouki, Marrakech, Istanbul, Rotterdam 

We think alone

Sometimes when searching through my inbox, I'll find funny little conversations between my friends and I about mundane and odd things occupying our heads during a certain time in our life. These little snippets take me back to exactly how I felt during say, a cold Tuesday in mid July 2008. We Think Alone is another project from the basket of kookiness that is Miranda July in which we get to read emails from rather famous people and consider they might have ramblings, just like us. You can sign up here. It will run from 1 July to 11 November.

"WE THINK ALONE has given me the excuse to read my friends’ emails and the emails of some people I wish I was friends with and for better or worse it’s changed the way I see all of them. I think I really know them now. But our inner life is not actually the same thing as our life on the computer — a quiet person might !!!! a lot. A person with a busy mind might write almost nothing. And of course while none of these emails were originally intended to be read by me (much less you)  they were all carefully selected by their authors in response to my list of email genres — so self-portraiture is quietly at work here."

When you're insanely happy, you're so happy to be happy, that you forget what made you happy.

Good things for today

My washi tape collection (is getting out of control). Fresh and dried flowers and plenty of cooking inspiration.

This song.

Enjoying Dust Kid. A gem of a book I picked up on a trip to Seoul.

and the photography of Matsuki Kousuke. So much goodness!

Moments

Paper fruit cocktail decorations in the hair, lazy lunches with my parents, sand dunes and sunsets, hydrangea bombs and cooking club with lady friends. All lovely moments to savour!

A place to lay your head

Home is the place you lay your head, relax and seek solace. I love to see the small details of a persons home that hint at an unknown part of their personality - whether it be a plastic cat on a mantelpiece, a post it reminder on the mirror, or a hand knitted collection of coat-hangers hanging in the wardrobe. Such small things make you feel honoured to enter a private space. Here you experience the intimate nooks and crannies, certain ways in which the light falls and of course, the individual smell of a dwelling. My friends apartment smells like chutney, hair shampoo, fabric softener and paint. It's a wonderful smell I associate with her alone, and nowhere else have I sniffed it. Seeing Mieke Ven Verbijlen's photographs is such a charming experience, and allows you to experience the intimacy of many a stranger's home and explore all their nooks and crannies.