I was featured in the February issue of Marie Claire Italy. Luckily I know what it says because I emailed the answers myself. For those of you who are NOT me and do NOT speak Italian, here is the interview, as translated by Google.
"Test passed, we move on to other questions. How did you get the idea to write this book? I was coming home after being out for a drink with a friend girlfriend and suddenly I felt like junk food. So I bought a bag of Cheetos. It is a terribly delicious snacks of cheese covered with a powder that makes you and fluorescent orange sticks everywhere. We have you in Italy?
The corn and cheese croissant, of course! Well, ‘I have eaten a little’ sticky hands and I ritrovatale of cheese, I’m clean in my bag (it was not digrande value). “
PINTEREST: Making lists of “dealbreakers” in relationships while planning their dream wedding and future baby’s bedroom. TUMBLR: Feeling jaded about all IRL relationships and just kinda more into looking at sparkling GIFs of naked women with…
one thing i miss about tv (now that i only watch online) is just putting it on and letting it have its autonomy to do whatever. show me tacos. flying chicken nuggets. creep in with the kardashians. i’m just cleaning my apartment, too lazy to fight back. i liked that about tv.
i wish that the internet’s tv experience would recreate this somehow. hulu kind of does by suddenly turning on The New Girl when i’m done with whatever I just watched. I want an app that just piles on a lot of random video shit, like the occasional proactive commercial and weird old christian couple talk show. i like controlling what i watch on netflix, but i miss how tv makes you realize how bizarre the world is.
“The whole thing with LiveJournal, WordPress, and Blogspot was oversharing in a detailed way, whereas Tumblr encourages you to just post an image and it’s done. It’s so easy to create this collage of yourself where each image means nothing and gives no information, but when you compile them all together you can create this person that you want to be. It is fucking spooky.”—