After years in school trying to reach a decent cultural level, after endless attempts to gain some critical sense, after struggling to behave as an intellectual, I must just give up and admit it: I love gossip. I love it, that’s it. I also love almost any kind of sit-com, as far as someone in it falls in love. I blame it on my mum, who else?, that thought it was a good idea to tell me stories from the Odyssey, instead of fairy tales of princesses and princes and happily together ever after, when I was a little girl. As a result, I have this hunger for love stories of any kind.
So yeah, gossip. Only the who-loves-who kind. I don’t care about power, I don’t care about working drama. Just give me some romance.
Now you can easily understand why I think this is a great project.
It’s called Somebody Else’s Phone. You have access to the content of three persons’ phones, you can reconstruct their lives and passions from what you find in their inbox, speculate on their personalities and feelings as you read the messages they send. It almost elevates gossip to an artistic level, and for sure it makes it legitimates its charm. Basically, it’s the it’s-not-just-me-then relief.
Then add the famous Post Secret project and you’ll understand why I have never felt less ashamed of my interest for other people’s lives.
