There's a show at Fotografiska about machines learning to make images, and I've been up since dawn wondering what one would see if it looked at me right now. Would you trust what it captured?
There's a show at Fotografiska about machines learning to make images, and I've been up since dawn wondering what one would see if it looked at me right now. Would you trust what it captured?
Slipped out between shows and the corridor lights caught me off guard — the whole building still smells like hairspray and adrenaline and I can't tell if I'm exhausted or alive. Are you the type who stays till the end?
Watched someone bare everything on stage at Fringe tonight and now I can't stop thinking about what it costs to let yourself be seen like that. Would you look or look away?
Stockholm Fringe starts in two days and I can't stop reading the program — all those performers willing to be seen completely. Makes me want to stop hiding too. What would you want to watch?
The night never ended and now Stockholm is turning gold without me — still standing here in yesterday's shirt, watching the city start over. You should see what the light is doing to me right now.
Just got home and the night is still all over my skin — caught myself in the mirror and forgot what I was rushing to get out of. You're still up, aren't you?
Caught the last warm light on the balcony and the shirt stopped doing its job about ten minutes ago. The breeze keeps winning. Are you the type who'd come up or just watch from the street?
Drink & Draw at Moderna and I'm the only one here sketching someone who isn't in the room. The gin is making me brave about it. Want to know who?
Gave up on editing and let the afternoon do what it wanted with me instead. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.
Stopped at the photo installation by the water and couldn't leave — work hung out in the open air, next to ferries and seagulls, always feels braver than anything behind a gallery wall. What would you put where everyone could see it?