Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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I can't believe I forgot to mention this in last night's post.
If you have not seen Harriet Russell's book "Envelopes", stop reading right now and go find it. Or at least check out her website. The book covers alone will make you want to read every one of them and I will totally understand if everyone is rendered unable to read my blog as a result of the enormous package that arrives from Amazon (assuming you have the right house number on it). And of course you have to order her book while you're at it because it's neat to have around and handy at parties when there's nothing else to talk about.
Harriet Russell lived at one of those quirky addresses growing up and got mail addressed to all sorts of transmutations of her actual address. But she got the mail. So when she was in or freshly out of art school, she started sending herself mail with creatively concocted addresses. She'd make the addresses into crossword puzzles, dot to dot, word games and so forth. She'd draw maps of how to get to her flat (yes, she's in England). Heaps and heaps of these envelopes were delivered to her. Many of them have the postal carriers' notes on them, since they actually completed the puzzles. The book is full of pictures of these envelopes.
It is brilliant brilliant brilliant and a nice reminder that there are actual human beings out there and not just machine cogs.