I had read about her in books. For the first time, this weekend, I saw and felt Sophie Calle.
Upon arriving, the greeting of a small sign on the door built anticipation, as I wondered whether I would find the artist inside. It was rumored that she would be in and out. Although I missed Calle, and read later on a blog she would be sleeping there that night, the room radiated with her energy. It was quiet, as spectators silently read to themselves.
Filled with personal objects and stories, the presence of Sophie permeated through the air of the small and beautifully arranged room at the Lowell Hotel. Her delicate handle on things of an intimate nature invites us all to be voyeurs. In “Room”, open 24/7 for 3 days, we were allowed to live with her.
for more info: http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/14/the-suite-life-sophie-calle-at-the-lowell-hotel/