Welcome to the Jungle.

08.12.2011 Helsinki

Dear Emmi,

Umm, so challenge not accepted then I see. I'll just double post.

Jungle pictures. I think from Los Angeles. I was talking to our friend Petra and she said I should write about George of the Jungle. She works at a Film town, which is probably the reason she would even remember the film.

So shorty in case you have not seen it, it's Brendan Fraser playing "Tarzan". But like a superbly dumb Tarzan that keeps smashing into trees every time he tries to do that trick with swinging from tree to tree. His best friend is a big really smart gorilla that talks with a British accent. Most smart people talk with a British accent in American films. (So many things I want to say here)

First time I ever saw it we played a drinking game where you took a shot every time he screws up, falls over or smashes into something. It's fatal and I would not recommend it to anyone.

Second time I ever saw it I was in Megeve skiing. We stayed at a friends chalet and watched it one day when it was snowing too much to go out.

I believe everyone around me was passed out after smoking a spliff.

When I was a kid, my dad used to try to make me read the old Tarzan books. He even read some out loud for me. Which is a nice memory, however I was not terribly into them. A lot of killing and fighting and spears and stuff. Very little of magic and cute animal friends with singing abilities.

I was a Disney girl. So until Disney made a film about Tarzan I wanted very little to do with the dude.

Brendan is kind of hot in the film by the way. He's not any more. At all. All though he has continued on making some real quality films. Like The Mummy and all of its sequels.

With Love,


We are in trouble.

28.11.2011 Helsinki

Dear Em,

So BAM. I moved. I don't know if we could possibly try to blame the undeniably sad state of our blog to the fact that we now live in the same city now and writing letters just do not seem as essential anymore.

We literally talk to each other through out the entire day on Whatsapp, then a phone call after work and perhaps a few lines on Facebook, and another call either before we go to bed or right as we get up in the morning. And I am not joking at all.

Furthermore, this is not the only reason we are in trouble my friend.
Not only are the phones taking over our conversation, they are also taking over our pictures. Have a look at Instagram and I will not have to explain my self. EVERYONE with an Iphone can take a picture that pretty much looks exactly like the pictures we have been taking for the past few years.

And they can do it for free.

(seriously this floating head is fucking amazing hahahahaha. CANT DO THAT IN INSTAGRAM- CAN YOU NOW!)

On top of that "they" are totally "us". You and I are shooting away with our phones and posting pictures of everything on our little Instagran accounts. (Traitors?)'

We need to figure this out! Taking an actual picture requires a little bit of patience, skill, money and passion. And the ACT of actually doing it. (it's like that whole argument with modern art, when people see a seemingly juvenile piece and declare " I could do that" as if that was the meter of whether art is good or bad. "Yeah, but you didn't, buddy" )

So I am challenging you to write back to me within one week. With pictures. That were taken by a plastic box with no help from Apple. And then I will do the same.

And to our readers!
(I know for a fact that some people actually do read this blog) Emmi and I have decided to give you a Christmas present! We will make a calendar for next year. And we will give it to you for free. You will soon be able to download it from here and print it out at home. Give it to someone as a gift, keep it your self- either way we would like to give this to you and remind you that doing something, is not the same as having an idea and planning on one day doing something.
The calendar will be awesome. Just so you know. And then we will have an exhibition, of the posters in it. And sell tons of pieces LIKE LAST TIME, and one day we will hand out money to you guys just because we are cool and rich that way and it'll be super.
So keep reading. And comment on everything, we like it.

Much much love,


They bring people together

Helsingissä 17. elokuuta 2011

Dear Kirsikka,

I woke up this morning and started feeling real guilty. So I need to write another letter tho it's not my turn. Yesterday I said I had nothing to say about the LOVE party. Ok, ok fine....I said that I had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY. Wow, I actually wrote that.

I was feeling blue and puzzled and I let it get in a way of things. Cause the thing is, I promised to tell a story about LOVE but didn't just because I wasn't in the right mood. That's not what the Peled Bros would do.

Let me tell you a story about these brothers, Oded and Asaf. They are one of the funniest people I know. Especially Oded. And that's not all there is to them. They are nice as hell (sounds weird, isn't hell supposed to be something completely opposite...) AND they do things. Really make things happen for them and everyone else around them. I know how much you too appreciate that.

They organized the party and do bunch of other cool stuff as well.  Like put one of our letters into the flyer and asked us to come and take pictures and be part of the fun. Next Saturday LOVE is gonna bring people together again, this time with the help of Aeroplane. Gotta LOVE that.

These photos are...well I'm gonna say it...piece of crap. I mean technically. But they do have something really nice in common. People in them are really happy. That's what the Peled Bros do.

THEY bring people together. Peace Out, Yo!

With Love, Em


P.S. You Rock My World

Helsingissä 16. elokuuta 2011

Dear Kirsikka,

I'm in my bed. It's raining. Or actually it's not but it looks like it's gonna rain again soon. I'm listening to Eels. And I admit it: I have a thing for moments like these. Summer is soon over. And it doesn't make me sad. It was one of the best. Ever.

I'm supposed to tell you about a party I attended on 23rd of July. LOVE. I took pictures there and listened to Sasha playing. But the thing is (at the moment) I have absolutely nothing to say about that night. So I'll just show you the photos. You can imagine what the story behind them would be.

People create stories and memories to match the moments in their lives. Often the stories are a bit more colorful than the reality. A bit more blue, a bit funnier, a bit more romantic.

There are a few that keep haunting me.

You were here last week. And I gotta tell you. You rock my world. I had so much fun with you.

There was this one moment when I didn't know what to say. It tore my heart but I couldn't find the right words. 

But I think I know you a lot better now. I understand the bits and pieces. And I like that. Thank you for the best wine moments of the summer.

Then there was a night at a pier. Or maybe it was more like a dock. Well anyhow. It was dark. And I listened to music with someone I really like. We drank tea and looked at the stars. And it was so peaceful. Sounds real corny I know. But the person is a bit corny in a really, really good way. Or at least a romantic. And I am too. If I could I would probably live in a romantic comedy.

I remember lying there not able to move. Or even breath for awhile. Cause I thought if I did the moment would be gone. And it sort of was. Because all we ever have are those little moments. And it always takes forever for another one to come by. And I sort of wonder if life is gonna go on and on like this. And what would happen if it did not go on and on like this? Would it become boring? Could the moments fall into pieces? Or should life go on just like it did before the moments ever even existed?

--I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how a careful man tries
To dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk

And maybe it is time to live--

Like I said: this is one of these days when I fall into the rabbit hole with my thoughts while listening to a good song. And I'm puzzled. And sure now you will be too.

With Love, Em

P.S. Your last two letters rocked my world as well.

quote: Eels - P.S. You Rock My World


Yo Shorty, it's your birthday!


Dear Emmi,

This is gonna be a little cheesy, coz that's how we roll. You and I. So I better write it in English we all know how intense Finnish sounds if you tell people you love them.

I do tho. Love you.

I wish I could be there to drink and celebrate (start with champagne,a and by 12 we'll be slamming the shots) with you, I even looked at flights from tomorrow to Monday, but it's a litte on the expensive side.

This post will have no Diana pictures, and I know technically it is not my turn to post, but for me this blog has been a celebration of our friendship in a way and I wanted to write a letter, instead of texting or e-mailing.

I wish you the best birthday in the world! You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and one of my best friends. Here's some of my favourite stuff you and I have done:

- When you came to Los Angeles and we organised a fake surprise party to Anne and you drank champagne from a carrot bowl

-When you made me a christmas calendar for my birthday and stole tea from my house to put in some of the pockets because you ran out of gifts

- When in high school you came to school and gave me an orange and a card when it was the flue season and it said that I need to have c-vitamins because I do so much sports and you don't want me to get sick

- When we sang the Finnish national anthem, standing up, with the biggest mothafucking pints in our hands in a bar in Marina Del Rey, Los Angeles when Finland did good in ice hockey

- When I cried in fron of Cafe Red last summer over boy trouble and you hugged me, and said that you'd help me carry things if they were too heavy.

- All the times we go shopping and spend all our money and somehow justify it. And you always feel bad afterwards and I'm in complete denial.

- That summer when we used to go for walks every morning and drink coffee by the bay

- When we were in London and tried to sneak into a strip club in our pyjamas in the middle of the night, with jam jars in our hands, attempting to get more alcohol.

- When you sent me a book of our photos from this book to L.A. I think this might be my favourite memory! It was a complete surprise and for no particular reason at all, and so so so touching that I had to hide behind my computer so my boss wouldn't see that I was kind of crying a little.

I have to stop now, because I miss you so much it's starting to really bum me out you live so far. You have such a beautiful spirit and really are the best friend one could ask for.

Together we come up with the best ideas, the way you care for people around you is really inspirational and FUN. I've always been the one who arranges surprise parties and things to do, and you do it just as much as I do, and I really love it!

You are my little partner in crime.

...and if it came down to it, I'd cook special black eyed peas with you and set up a road side stand;)

Happy birthday. I miss you.

With Love, Kisu.


Disposable Camera and a Moment Of Silence.

27.07.2011 East London

Dear Emmi,

I found an old disposable camera, that I bought in Paris almost 3 years ago in a Lomo store. I took it with me to L.A and finally, some time ago I got it developed in Helsinki and will now send you the pictures from London.

Santa Monica.

The yellow car that got totalled as a result of an elderly man crashing he's car into mine while I was parking.


One of my favourite things about L.A is the huge ramps and freeway constructions. I always wanted to go and take pictures of them, but this and maybe like two other random shots I posted ages ago, ended up being the only ones I ever took.

Marina Del Rey.

It's a squirrel. A fat, agressive, pestering squirrel. After I tok this picture it chased me inside. (our apartment is right behind me)

Orange County.

Japanese food market.

I also have something to say. I've been absolutely heart broken over the horrendous events of Norway. I've read all the reports and watched videos on the BBC website and cried. Literally every time they start talking about it, I burst into tears.

I've spoken to a few of my friends and they had no idea what I was talking about. Somehow they failed to hear about the massacre of almost a 100 civilians.

Amy Winehouse died. Naturally it is always sad when a young person passes away. However I find it a little bit irritating when Amy Winehouse is on the cover of the NY Post - the massacre in Norway is on page 8.

Why do people fail to feel the pain of hundreds of lives destroyed, but so easily mourn the death of one drug abusing, musically talented alcoholic.

I've read that in a kidnapping situation the changes of survival increases, if the victim tries to engage in small talk with the kidnappers and therefore becomes "human" not a "thing" to the kidnappers. (Yes I read how to survive a kidnapping situation on my spear time, thank you very much. YOU NEVE KNOW, OK)

So I guess that's it. Through media, people were engaging with Amy. She'd walk around shit faced, close by to where I live. In fact I had dinner right around her house on Sunday. People saw that happen. Literally every week. Papers, Tweets, Internet stuffed with up and close information on whatever she was doing.

When she died, it was easier to relate to. People wanted to know what happened and wanted to talk about it.

When Adrian Pracon, 21 years old, was running away from Anders Behring Brevik, who was chasing him down like game with a semi automatic machine gun, he got hit by a bullet to his shoulder. He fell and laid on the ground pretending to be dead to save his own life, while bodies of people he was friends with piled on top of him.

I've never seen a dead person. None of my friends have ever died. I've never seen Andreas or Adrian or a semi automatic machine gun. Not. Relatable.

Still we need to care. We don't have to care less about Amy but we must care more about other things. Why are the papers letting a celebrity death over shadow an event that has brought an entire nation to tears?
-Because we let them to. It sells. Media is serving us what we are interested in.

I don't need a minute of silence to the death of Tore Eikeland, 21 or Trond Berntsen, 51, an off-duty police officer who pushed his son to safety before he confronted Breivik and was gunned down.
But I need people around me to care. Please look at these pictures. Take a second to feel for them. Maybe share it on Facebook, not instead of posting about something that's not grim and heart braking, but in addition to.

If we would just all get a little bit closer to each other, I think it would be better.

‎"We must show that our open society can pass this test too. That the answer to violence is even more democracy. Even more humanity. But never naivety."

With Love, Kirsikka.


Boys, I don't get you but I love you

Helsingissä 15. heinäkuuta 2011

Dear Kirsikka,

Please don't talk to me, I fall in love so easily. A text from one of your pictures that keeps haunting me.

My friend told me that I should put my head in a paper bag when I go out. To not meet anyone. She means boys. She made it sound like the boys I meet are worse than the ones other people meet. She means well and sometimes I think she's right. I need a boy diet.

But the thing is, there are so many interesting people out there. AND there are so many uninteresting people. How do you know who's who if you don't bravely go out there to look? In the end life is pretty short.

--My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you-- 

Sometimes I wonder where does the love go? I mean, one day you're together and the next day you're not. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not but I get over boys pretty quickly. First I remember all the bad stuff. Then I forget them. Last but not least, after time, I reminisce about all the good stuff. It doesn't mean I need nor want them back but I come to a certain point where I can be happy about it all.

When you break up with someone you usually have had some problems already. You don't see the other person as lovely as you first did. It's easier that way.

Then there is a different sort of situation. Situation like if you meet someone in a park, have fun, drink some wine, stay up all night, kiss, kill a mosquito on your forehead and laugh together, stay in bed all day... These are situations when you haven't seen the worse yet. I guess you have those famous pink shades on. That's when you fall a lot harder when it ends.

And that's when you realize that not all boys are fun and not all boys make you laugh like the one that just vanished from your life. Not, although you try to see bunch of new boys to make a point.

The good thing is that the world is full of boys and some become your best friends. The bad thing is that my diet isn't going all that well.

Yesterday I read a really beautiful poem. It made me see that I'm pretty ok yet miss that night in the park.

"Ikkunan viileyttä vasten se oli ilta, josta en heti tiennyt mitä kaivata. En edes hänen ääntään. Taivaanrannalla oli sinipunainen pilvi, se oli ollut siellä syksystä asti: väistämätöntä kuinka sen huomenvarjo eteni ajatusten yli."

With Love - lots of LOVE,

PS. The photos have absolutely NOTHING to do with the story, heh.

My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence + The Machine
Poem by Mirkka Rekola


The Now part 2.

07.06.2011 East London

Dear Emmi,

I got your last letter that is not posted here unfortunately. One of the nicest ones you have written, about the appreciation of the moment, "the now".

Did you ever see the film "Lucky number Slevin"? Josh Hartnett plays the main character, who basically is getting screwed over from all directions but still remains disturbingly calm about the entire situation. Then when confronted about he's rather unusual approach on the situation he claims to have a condition called Ataraxia. He means he is incapable of being worried.

Such condition does not actually exist. *

However it is an actual term. The word originates from Greek and was used by the Greek philosophers Pyrrho and Epicurus to describe a lucid state characterised by complete freedom of worry or any other preoccupation.

Im not going to go all deep and meaningful on you here ( you are so much better at that anyway my little Love Ambassador) but life really is happening right now, not in a little bit. As you said.
Being present in a moment is just a better idea than being preoccupied with stress and displaying a high level of worry or unhappiness or uncertainty about the future past or whatever.

I should know. Looking for a job after graduation can be a teensy bit unsettling.

Also let's face it. Being present and care free is so much more attractive. Someone who can really listen and be in the moment is so much more charming than someone who can not. And essentially happier and wiser too.

there are a lot of people who are rather dull in their distracted presence. They do not really hear or see much and seem to be incapable of discovering much anything.

And c'mon. Just Look at ol' Josh in Lucky number Slevin. People dying left and right, he's getting beaten up, everyone is trying to kill him.

Josh don't give a fuck. He has ataraxia.

It's pretty hot.

Not that I really need to be telling you this. You have a wonderful presence and remarkable ability to listen and care for the people around you. You possess naturally the top qualities that make you a an amazing friend. Just so you know.

Our blog is turning two years soon and I think we should have another exhibition. This time in London. Think about it!

Love; Kirsikka


Layers of life

Helsingissä 15. kesäkuuta 2011

Dear Kirsikka,

So, things don't always go as we plan. But it doesn't have to mean things go badly. There are just times when the universe has something else planned for us.

This spring has been all about finding myself. I've seen an intuitive counsellor (yes, sounds a bit looney I know), talked about love, cried and shared secrets with people I hardly know, sung bhajans with people that make my energy flow and made bunch of new friends. I've also lost some people. That's life I guess.

I find these pictures to be very beautiful yet sad in a way. Maybe that's because they were taken on the verge of my new life. Somehow they represent my past. Past that I loved but had to let go of to make room for some changes in me.

I've become more courageous in a way. More whole. And it's all because I let go of the past.

--Lock us up safe
And hide the key
But the night tears us loose
And in the half light
We're free

Strange how the half light
Can make a place new
You can't recognize me
And I can't recognize you--

These days I hardly photograph anything with just one frame on it. I love the double and triple exposures. They are like life itself you know, just layers on top of each other. These photos were taken at Makia's party. That day had a few layers of it's own. That moment was the moment that my life as I knew it started to fall apart. But I want everyone that feel like they belong in my past to know that I want them to be in my future as well. Every single one of them. I believe the future is reorganized in a much better way. Way that we all can be happier - together.

There's something about these letters. Writing them always makes me emotional. It's kind of like keeping a journal of my thoughts, worries, growth. They keep me going.

That's why I have sent you another letter as well. It's hidden in LOVE. The letter is all about living in "the now". I hope you find it, read it and think it's useful.

Kirsikka, I want you to know that you are so important to me. Thank you for being my friend. Because we once let go of our past, we are now much stronger together. I'm so happy about that.

I can't wait for our new adventures such as our second photo exhibition in London. We are going to do that, right?!

I'm sure your future is going to be superb as well. Wait for a sign, will you.

With Love and Luck,


quote: Half Light I - Arcade Fire