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I have been over-assisted and over-protected by loving parents in a safe and healthy environment. As a result I am still single and a very bad cooker. I remember my first kiss which wasn't really a kiss since I didn't know how to kiss. I remember this very skinny tall guy but I really hope he doesn't remember me ! I remember this summer love with Alex, and my best friend going out with him 3 years after. I remember Marc, Geoffroy, and Thomas, all ex-neighbours... all ex-boyfriends, all ex-lickings. I remember this Indian daddy's boy offering me this awful curtain with Piccadily Circus embroidered on it. I remember dancing with this fake blond-haired Spanish guy just to make the true black-haired one next to him jealous. I remember America and these 2 guys : one I was fancing, the other one I went out with. I remember Venice, the bridge, the night and the kiss with this Italian guy... whose name I can't remember. I remember this summer, playing and running after the boy I loved, before I lamentably fell on the floor... I will stop on this sad event which could be a good metaphore of my vain pursuit of Love.

Monday, October 17, 2005

LET ME TELL YOU OUR LOVE STORY (5)...

Part 5 : A growing desire
(This very day, WE had our first exchange)


3 years ago, a contemporary artist printed the wish of hundreds of Brazilians on bracelets. Then, she exhibited these bracelets on a wall, in the Palais de Tokyo, in Paris, and asked each visitor to take away one bracelet. In other words, visitors appropriated a piece of the artist's work, and the wish of an unknown person , so that they may wear the bracelet and make their own wish.
"Je désire ce qui est hors de moi" ("I desire what is out of my reach") : this is what was written on the bracelet I chose.
In the continuity of this artist's work, I decided to lend YOU my wish so that YOU could make your own one. I then asked YOU to tell ME what you desired, but without using words (or else your wish wouldn't come true)... only with your hands.
Do you remember what YOU "told" ME with them?


CLICK HERE TO WATCH YOUR VOICES...TO READ YOUR DESIRES

...and thank you dear anonymous 13 for this photograph of your desire you sent me, after leaving a comment on this post.

Click on the photograph to see it bigger

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

J'apprends
la discrétion du vide

la clandestinité
de mon acharnement

la solitude n'est
qu'un manque d'amour

profil de silence
où je puise

le reste de toi...

my wish ? SEE YOU AGAIN !

6:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi foxes ! what happens ?

No desire ? strange...

3:46 PM  

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