True Stories by Sophie Calle
French photographer Sophie Calle is crazy; invite-strangers-to-share-her-bed-so-she-can-take-their-photo kind of crazy. She’s slept on the top of the Eiffel Tower, shuts her eyes to eat bananas and ice cream, and undresses in elevators. She paid a public scribe 100 francs to write her a love letter, and went to a psychoanalyst for bad breath. She got married in Vegas, mailed a thin brown leather lie to a man she once saw lecture, and has sent him clothing most Christmases since – silk gray socks in 1987, gold-plated cufflinks in 1989. She willed her breasts to grow (and they did), and when a man wanted to get over a long-term relationship in her bed, she sent it on a plane to San Francisco for his recovery. For all this, she’s won the much-coveted Hasselblad Foundation International Award in Photography. This is a true story. Or, perhaps more accurately, hers.