From Matt Locke's Blog, Originally published by SF Camera Work

Matt's BLOG is here – http://www.test.org.uk/


Are You Awake? Are You In Love?

[this is a recently finished article commissioned by Camerawork: A
Journal of Photographic Arts, based in San Francisco. Thanks to Marisa
Olson for the commission, and the artists for their assistance]
Part 1: Three stories about trust.

1: A story about Uncle Roy All Around You by Blast Theory

I'm standing in a red phone booth on the lower half of Regent St,
London. Outside, a drunk-looking man in a tweed suit looks desperate to
make a phone call, whilst I'm standing here, holding a PDA, waiting for
the phone to ring. After what seems like an age, the call comes, and a
man's voice tells me that I have to trust him, and that he has
something he has to ask me to do for him. After he finishes the call,
I've got to head north, take the first left turn, and get into the
white limousine that's parked by the side of the road. I wait in the
limousine for about 5 minutes, then a man in a brown suit gets in and
sits next to me. Without saying a word, the limousine drives off, and
the man starts asking me questions, looking straight ahead all the
time. Have I ever had to trust a stranger? Would I be able to help
someone I've never met if they were in need? Could I be at the end of
the phone whenever they needed to call me? Could I commit to that for a
year?

2: A story about Surrender Control by Tim Etchells

My mobile makes the two-tone bleep that tells me I've got a text
message. Scrolling down, the message reads "Write the word SORRY on
your hands. Leave it there until it fades". What should I do with this
instruction? Obey it? Delete it? What would happen if I did write SORRY
on my hands? I think through the rest of my day - a meeting at work, a
packed underground train, meeting my wife in a restaurant… What would
people think I was sorry for? Is it a reminder to say sorry, or to be
sorry? Would they ask me about it, or would they store the memory,
forever affecting their impression of me, of who I am and what I might
do? Am I the kind of person who writes messages on their hands about
emotional issues? Am I the kind of person who says sorry?

3: A story about Audit by Lucy Kimbell

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