Olivier would love to roam free in a world without airports or border control; carry books that smell of old paper but don’t weigh a thing, and live close to friends who live everywhere around the globe. In the meantime, he has been known to wear pink too much, take dark photographs of his travels and encounters with beauty, and state very seriously that he’s working on making the web a better place, through his affairs with culture in Tokyo and New York or his day job in an undisclosed web location.
Steph (a.k.a. “sniffles”) is living on her third island — all of which were British colonies or dominions at one point or another — and doesn’t quite know what her mother tongue ought to have been. Although not a materialist, she is happiest when making things; she has more jewellery than she could possibly wear but can’t help making more.
A love for books and a knack for cat-herding has led her to co-found the Book Oven. All the usual idealistic tendencies are responsible for her unrelenting (and unpaid) work to help ensure the web remains an open and equal playing field. When leap seconds permit, she writes about that mysterious realm between the construct of cities and the emotional self, posts photos she took too long ago, and records the occasional piano impromptu.
About
Ongoing fascination with how physical objects relate us to our world, artificial boundaries we create that separate us from nature, and how our senses are shaped by the way we live as our cultures evolve.
Puny Humans
Olivier would love to roam free in a world without airports or border control; carry books that smell of old paper but don’t weigh a thing, and live close to friends who live everywhere around the globe. In the meantime, he has been known to wear pink too much, take dark photographs of his travels and encounters with beauty, and state very seriously that he’s working on making the web a better place, through his affairs with culture in Tokyo and New York or his day job in an undisclosed web location.
Steph (a.k.a. “sniffles”) is living on her third island — all of which were British colonies or dominions at one point or another — and doesn’t quite know what her mother tongue ought to have been. Although not a materialist, she is happiest when making things; she has more jewellery than she could possibly wear but can’t help making more.
A love for books and a knack for cat-herding has led her to co-found the Book Oven. All the usual idealistic tendencies are responsible for her unrelenting (and unpaid) work to help ensure the web remains an open and equal playing field. When leap seconds permit, she writes about that mysterious realm between the construct of cities and the emotional self, posts photos she took too long ago, and records the occasional piano impromptu.