There are 22 postcards on the bathroom wall, hanging on strings of yarn by clothespins and some tacked directly to the wall. I love postcards. The 22 in the bathroom conjure up good and bad memories. Twenty-two so far.This was the most recent one added to the collection. It's a photo from my friends Marcie & Jeff's friends (and now my friends too) Ray & Rachel's wedding in Marfa, Texas, last year. This is a cool photo. Ray took it. He gave me the postcard they made out of the photo recently when they were visiting the States (they live in England, that's where Rachel is from), staying with Jeff & Marcie in their new house.
Anyway, Ray and Rachel are photographers, and their plan is to get jobs photographing weddings and make a living like that. Or maybe they already do. Anyway, they have a website (www.randrpictures.blogspot.com) which I went to and looked at the slide shows of different events they have photographed.
The back of this postcards says, at the top: FRIENDS WITH CAMERAS, and at the bottom:
Reportage Style Wedding & Party Photography
Mr & Mrs Ray & Rachel Lewis will come to your wedding,
talk to your Uncle Bob, and shoot documentary-style pictures
that capture the spontaneity of even the best-planned event.
(Okay, so I didn't study the picture or the writing much before I launched into this exercise.)
That's their ad. This postcard is an ad. I don't mind that. I remember when the advertising companies first put up those free postcard holders in trendy restaurants and bars for postcard ads (sometimes real cool ones) for tourists to take. I wasn't even a tourist but I always took a bunch of them. I found that I preferred the ones that have space for actually writing a note on them, not with the whole back side filled up with ad copy. Who am I gonna send that to? Nobody. So I stopped taking them unless they had the space for writing on them.
Every time I go to NYC, I always try to make it to Restaurant Florent in the Meatpacking District to get a stack of postcards. Oh, and several packs of matchbooks. I just realized I have some from my recent visit there that aren't in the bathroom yet. So 23, 24.
I really prefer postcards with personal writing on them. Notes to me -- or from me, if they never got sent or if I sent them to Steven because he lives in the back end of the house and therefore his postcards are collected in the bathroom as well.
Send me a postcard, dear reader! I would love that. I will probably put it in the bathroom and I will definitely send you something back. Maybe a postcard, maybe a really cool one or a really cool something else, according to how much I love it (and/or you)! But remember to give me your address (people don't normally do that on postcards).
Here's mine: 1002 E. 15th St. #1 , Austin, TX, 78702. I can't wait!
