Scrapbook #1


A Diana photo. New Year’s Day 2011, on a small road in Vermont. Those are sheep.

On Saturday I saw Lynda Barry speak in Montreal, and she gave one of her inspiring, funny and completely unpretentious talks about creativity and images, about the importance of art as a way to reimagine and edit life. She also talked a lot about the concept of “deep play”. Here’s an explanation of what she means from an article in the Gazette: “[Deep play is] a state most often seen in children and which she says “has nothing to do with fun. … The play I’m talking about is the kind where the toy or the object you’re messing around with seems to be playing back. There is a reciprocity in the interaction that is a lot like a very good conversation. Neither party seems to be guiding it exactly, yet something really interesting is happening.”

Vintage Balenciaga scarves at Porte de Vanves

A wrinkled pile of gorgeous Balenciaga silk scarves taken on a greyish Saturday morning at the Porte de Vanves flea market in Paris. July 2010. I chose the scarf I wanted and was then told it cost 75 euros. I put it back down and took a photo, and I’ve probably looked at this photo more than I would’ve ever worn the scarf. The one I did get, a cheaper YSL, is in a drawer in the bedroom.

What about that scene in Blue Valentine where Ryan Gosling’s character is playing the ukulele and singing a little song, and Michelle Williams’ character – skinny, all long blonde hair and so young – is tap dancing? It’s practically too precious, too eye roll-y, but then… it isn’t. It’s pretty perfect, actually, and you remember yourself doing the same kind of thing and how hilarious and lovely it was.


New York City, Lower East Side, late November 2010. A photo taken with the Diana just after brunch, and, surprisingly, the only Diana photo I took in NYC. As soon as I came back to Canada in September I was burnt out on recording events photographically. The hundreds of images I’d taken abroad were overwhelming me – they had to be uploaded and filed and organized back into meaning, so I took a break for awhile.


A page from an old journal, maybe 2001? I used to make collages in my journals, some more elaborate than others, and the pages would get stiff from glue. Sometimes I can’t believe I used to just make these things. Not only that, but make them without any intention of sharing them with the world. Huh.

5 thoughts on “Scrapbook #1

  1. We may share more in common than first glance. I do this with all my handwritten journals, including anything from flower petals, tickets, odd photos and tourist maps. Mine aren’t shared either. I just like the memories.

    In the train bombing and robbery in Paris, my journals were amongst the only things I had left. Happily.

  2. Jaime, Caro – Thank you!

    Susan, I know, Lynda Barry is great, and she was so lovely in person. I would gladly see her again next time she’s in town.

    Kat – I’m so glad your journals survived that ordeal in Paris. Eep.

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