I work in a bookstore (BMV) that buys secondhand books, dvds, comics, etc; hundreds if not a thousand a week, and we often come across odd and/or personal items inside the books or boxes. Usually photos, but sometimes home movies, money, postcards, letters, bills, even identification from time to time. Obviously if we discover them in time we give them back to the seller (unless we feel it would be just too embarrassing; don’t use candid photos as bookmarks folks!). For some reason I’d never thought of submitting any of our finds to your magazine until this page from some ballerina’s diet came along. All I can say is I feel sorry for these girls and boys, despite the fact that they, like Hobbits, get a second breakfast. As if the shoes weren’t bad enough.
He looks very content with where he is in life right now; it’s wonderful to see that. I also love that every thing seems to be one shade of blue or another… his shirt, pants, the water, his hat, the sky.
I found this in the parking lot outside a local gym a half block from my home. It was away from the cars in the centre of the lot and yet envelope doesn’t have a mark on it, like it just floated from the sky rather than blowing off a windshield or something. It was sealed, and had ‘Michael’ scrawled across it in beautiful handwriting. It has no address and no way of ever being able to be returned, so I opened it.
I found this flyer in a oversized messenger style bag for carry art materials. I was really excited with my flea market score; the bag was full of pockets and the pockets full of random half used canvas, pencils and notebooks. However, the real treasure was this note tucked in a sketch book of child’s drawings of cats with bow ties and weeping princesses.