melanie saumure

not quite sure how to begin…

this is a weird kind of experience.

pretty uncomfortable.

a narcissistic and exhibitionist exercise.

i’m trying to get used to the fact that i voluntary gave up on my privacy.

by having about 8 new accounts with different passwords in order to access the web 2.0 world, everyone could track down my surfing habits by looking at my tags. this is a fairly new word in my vocabulary (yeap, i’m a french girl) and in my online practices. i’m an old school type of girl you know. i shoot on film when i use a still or a film camera, i like to use a pen to take notes instead of a computer and i’m probably one of the last human beings in canada who enjoys writing letters and postcards. i keep a journal, i have more than 40 of them and i definitely should put in my will that i want to be cremated or burried with them. when i drink my coffee in the morning, while i’m listening to the radio (not a podcast or an online radio station, an good old alarm clock with a radio in it) i like to read a paper copy of a newspaper instead of its online version. i just got my first cellphone, at 31 years old, and i still haven’t really figured out how to pick up the second line without accidentally hanging up on the first call…by the way, platform, java, jitters, nanotechnology, patch, gaming, avatar, rss and linux, it’s all chinese to me. oh, and when i look at characters moving around in second life, i feel dizzy and sick, so i’m not really trendy i guess. or i’m just too clumsy and a bit too nostalgic.

so it is a bit disturbing and frightening for me to deliberately expose my thoughts, right out there, in this wide and open web world. like i said before, i use something called a journal in order to keep all my brilliant thoughts and incredibly useless ideas just for myself. and when i want to say something out loud, well, i hide behind a camera and i let my work speaking for itself.

so i guess i’ll do the same here. i’ll use images. mine and other people’s work. but please do not worry too much, i’m sure i could find 2 or 3 smart things to say. i just hope my french brain will be able to translate all that into something comprehensible in english. and if not, well, i promise that i’ll learn how to link a word to a french-to-english online dictionary for you.