That's a photo I took while living in Amsterdam. It's the only picture hanging on our living room's wall. I have a strong feeling towards it. I feel that it symbolizes in a very deep sense the essence of my life.
and here are experts from a letter i've sent today to Chris Colin who is writing a book called citizenjournalist, ֿ trying to explain to him and to myself: Why Blog?
Personal weblogs are like peeping through somebody else’s key hole . We are all voyeurs. Being able to do so in a global manner, rather than being confined to your own culture is fascinating. I can’t stop being excited about the opportunity I get to “visit” people’s lives in Australia, Canada, Korea... so fast and just with a click of a button. And when you realize how much we all have in common it’s oh so heartwarming. It creates a sense of a global community, which manages to transcend above the harsh realities of current politics.
Photoblogs create a new kind of literature that was made possible with the internet. Publishing a photo diary is expensive and not very commercial. It also falls in between genres. Is it an autobiography? Is it art? We can’t publish a book like that, said the publishers. It wouldn’t sell. Nan Goldin, the mother of the documenting your life in photos genre became world renown with her I’ll Be Your Mirror exhibition in the mid nineties. That was high art shown in museums, that together with the heroin chic myth it created ruled the fashion in those days and led to the assumption that unless you had a needle stuck in your arm your life wasn’t worth documenting. I remember myself looking with disgust at my beautiful bourgeoisie apartment located on a beautiful Amsterdam canal (I lived in Amsterdam back than) and thinking to myself: who will be interested in all that?
Well people Are, and this is what I’ve recently discovered becoming a blog addict. We all have interesting stories to tell. We are all authors of our own lives.
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