Found Fiction is a collection of quick stories about a single object that has been found on the streets— in this case in Rome. We only give ourselves 15 minutes to write, ensuring unfiltered creativity and tons of awkward mistakes.
It used to be that “famous” was “famous,” with no explanation necessary. A Hollywood star was famous, a musician on the radio was famous, a Nobel Prize winner was famous. But in this Internet era, and especially the social media era, what is “famous?” What do you have to be or do, to be considered famous?
Every so often we hit on a topic that generates an email chain worthy of sharing. This article/video from NYTimes.com sparked the following conversation…
With October 31st just around the corner, the Halloween spirit is out in full force. Jack-o-lanterns litter our Instagram feeds. Candy corn fills our stomachs. Hocus Pocus beams from our screens. But, as the Halloween fury takes over, it’s important for us all to take time to reflect on the true meaning of the holiday, a powerful sentiment that’s often overlooked.
Found Fiction is a collection of quick stories about a single object that has been found on the streets of New York. We only give ourselves 15 minutes to write, ensuring unfiltered creativity and tons of awkward mistakes.
This past weekend in Brooklyn there was a biker block party— fuel-injected, not pedal-driven. Aside from the roaring exhaust pipes, the one thing that was impossible to ignore was the quality of the gathering. The signs might have said “block party,” but to me it looked like something else entirely— it looked like church.