this is the archive for the ‘postcards’ category:


a mailbox methaphor

there’s something fascinating about old mailboxes., their sturdiness and detail lending them a regal air that newer models seem to lack. you can tell that they were made with care, and to last a long time.

they’re almost like a metaphor: if only we could put this kind of effort and resources into all the things we do, to make sure they’re well done, perhaps they, too, would last longer.

happy holidays!

our silly postcard for the year. i’ve started to think of them as our own version of yves saint laurent’s love cards, and i hope we’ll keep up this tradition as long as he did his.

have a happy holiday season!

eggs on postcards!

a beautiful egg-themed postcard that landed on our mailbox some weeks ago, all the way from finland. friends definitely know how to cheer us up! :)

a postcard a day

doing a month of letters (and documenting it) was another thing on my latest 101 list… and last april, i’ve done it! :)

the experience went really well. there’s plenty to celebrate and be thankful for in the world, and it’s nice to stop for a few minutes and think about that — and then put those thoughts into words and send them out. i’ve written at home and in-between places, on cars and planes and trains, early in the morning and late at night, to friends and strangers… somehow, i managed to keep it up, always taking photos of the result.

and then, the 30th day suddenly came, and i just kept writing — turns out, there’s plenty more to say! today marks the 70th day of writing one letter or postcard a day. honestly i’m not sure how far i’ll take it… we’ll just have to see what happens! :)

“all that red on the map, like a blood stain”

the morning after the US election, i heard someone utter that description of the results and it stuck. stunned and spinning and scrambling for explanations, the world puzzled at the websummit, the theme unavoidable on every panel.

in the weeks since, disbelief gave way to real fear. everything else has felt rather small and meaningless, in comparison to the big elephant in the room.

spinning

and then, slowly but surely, this cold helplessness in the pit of my stomach has transformed into a kind of determination. i’ve realised there is something i can do — which is, after all, exactly what we’ve been doing for the past 11 years through postcrossing: randomly connecting strangers.

if this project has taught me anything, it’s that people everywhere want the same things: to be happy and healthy, to keep their loved ones safe, to be heard and understood. when we randomly match two of these strangers across the world, we disregard their religion, skin colour, political stance or nationality… and yet, whoever they are, they share this brief moment together, teaching and learning and smiling for a few seconds. it’s beautiful.

it’s of little consolation, i’m sure, in the grand scheme of things, but it’s something. the more we know of these “strangers” out there, the more we understand them. and the more we understand, the less we fear.

and this — this i can do.