the love lettering project

The Love Lettering Project on the move!

2011-04-19T08:53:00.003-04:00

For more about The Love Lettering Project in all of it's seven (!) incarnations, please visit Lindsay Zier-Vogel's website...here! (And more and more here!)

Toronto Life magazine featured The Love Lettering Project VII as one of the Top 50 reasons to love Toronto.

The project was also featured on CBC Television’s The National, Breakfast Television, The Toronto Star, CBC Radio's World Report and Metro Morning, The GridTO, Metro Toronto, Taddle Creek magazine, I Like You podcast, 416 Cycle Style, The I Love You blog and 1LOVETO. (More press here)...

Three cheers for love!

Chip trucks in Cowtown

2010-04-27T20:16:00.001-04:00

[from The Love Lettering Project VI: Calgary]

Chip trucks always had a mythological quality in my family – the savoury cousin of the ice cream truck. My uncle used to talk about one from his childhood and I before I had even seen one myself, I could picture it exactly. In fact, I still can.

There’s something fabulous about eating outside, on the side of the road and there’s also something exciting about eating from a vehicle. I’m not a street meat fan, but ice cream trucks? Awesome. Or a Creamsicle carted around by a teenage boy on a bike? Delish, though I could do without the bells and that horrible tinny ice cream truck song.

As a city-girl, chip trucks were also imbued with the mysterious quality of being out on concession roads and small highways en route to lakes and cottages and towns with just one main street. It always seemed like a small miracle when Mom or Dad or Papa would pull over and a small white-turned-rusty truck would just be perched there on the side of the road.

I found ‘my’ chip truck maybe ten years ago somewhere between Toronto and Trenton , though I can’t for the life of me remember where I’d been going or why I was out that way. It was a super sunny day though and I had cranked the tunes. I still can’t remember why I had been driving my mom’s car alone up there…but do seem to remember the Tragically Hip a-blaring…

I even debated stopping once I saw that first sign, a hand painted arrow on the side of the highway. I wasn’t hungry had been my first thought, but I followed signs further and further away from the highway, terrified I wouldn’t be able to find my way back.

There weren’t any trees, or any grass, just a gravel parking lot and this chip truck with its small saggy awning. The man who served the fries was wearing a grumpy striped shirt and a visor that was grey around the brim. A woman that might have been his wife sat next to the truck on a Tupperware bin marked ‘potatoes,’ not doing or saying anything.

The chips took a while. They’re fresh, the grumpy chip man promised, handing me a pile of napkins and pointing to he ketchup pump. I carried my cardboard basket over to a picnic table and sat on top of the peeling green paint, with the initials of strangers carved into the top. I felt awkward sitting in this silent triangle between the grumpy visored man and his silent wife, but the chips were perfect – so, so hot, so salty and crispy, they didn’t even get soggy under the weight of the ketchup blanket.

In Calgary , with love letters in my pocket and jet lag ready to take over, I found this chip truck and like one of Pavlov’s dogs, my mouth started watering – salt, vinegar and ketchup sweet. Yum! But it didn’t look like this truck was going to be churning out chips anytime soon. There were broken windows and the signs sun-bleached and faded. It was still early March though and I hope it was just out of commission for the winter…fingers crossed…

Love to Cow-town chip-trucks. May your chips be crispy and your ketchup plentiful…

(almost) summer kiss

2010-04-21T08:14:00.001-04:00

The Love Lettering Project IV: Halifax tales, Part 2

2010-04-12T20:52:00.005-04:00

I may have mentioned that I love Hali. Love love love. Granted, it’s always been sunny every time I go, and word has it it does actually rain every now and then, but I think of that place and positively beam.

My first early morning love lettering stop was right between The Economy Shoeshop and the Seahorse Tavern, where a friend and I once had an epic Alice-falling-down-the-rabbit-hole evening that featured a bar full to the brim with Lithuanian hockey fans, a Jack Black look alike with a cowboy hat, and drinks that may or may not have been called “The Lobster Trap” and “Tall Ship.” Who doesn’t love long rabbit hole nights on the East Coast…

My next stop was to a yarn store I stumbled across the night before. I had just completed my first attempt at reading patterns with a few pairs of socks and was ready to tackle mitts. The Loop Café was even better inside that it had been peering through the window, chock full o’ huge shelves of local yarn. They even have a café upstairs – how perfect!! Tea and knitting all in one!

For me, yarn is like ribbon, or buttons or big bolts of fabric – as delightful as it is on its own, it’s always better in huge piles of different colours. And so, a love letter for the next person who dreams in ssk’s and k2tog’s…

A musician friend who has often travelled to the East Coast said I just *had* to get to the Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning. I was working a crazy long day, but it turned out that the market was right next to my hotel, so I managed to sneak over to ogle the buckets of flowers and admire the crepes and munch on delectable gluten free macaroons. It was too rammed and busy to covertly drop off a love letter, so I saved them for the walk along the pier.

And ooh, the pier! The wind was so strong, I think the Atlantic might have been the recipient of some love lettering bits. I am just smitten with peeling wood anything and as soon as you add sunshine on water, I’m a goner.

A wee love letter to that fabulous place:

It is a city of hills,

salt bleached footsteps

and bridges that stretch

without names.

The Love Lettering Project IV: Halifax tales, Part 1

2010-04-07T23:37:00.002-04:00

I love Halifax. I’ve only been there twice and both times were for work, but there is something positively magical about that place. I was lucky enough to have a co-conspirator in Halifax -- co-cupid-ninja, the wonderful poet and inspirer, Ben.

I had told Ben when I got into town I wanted ocean and ocean is what I got. The Atlantic was inky, and the wind was vicious, and my hands were frozen before I could even pull the love letters out of my bag.

It took the most delish mussels and sesame crusted haddock and a glass of delightful Nova Scotian red before I was fortified enough to trek up the hill to the Citadel.

The shadows were awesome and though it was too dark to capture them camera-wise, we left a love letter for the person at the Citadel info booth.

Ben took me up and down the steep hills (And I must say, as a Toronto-girl, I’m not used to hills!) and we found a lil Wu-Tang love behind the public library – time to bring the ruckus!

A church got some love, and my fav – the water fountain at the ferry terminal that had the most fabulous mosaic fish on the tiles. Oh-so-sadly, I lost the photos from this late night love lettering adventure, but trust me, Wu-Tang, mosiac fish and Citadel shadows, it was one amazing love lettering adventures!

loving letters

2010-04-04T20:49:00.002-04:00

I love surprises. And a letter tucked into an envelope is one of the very best surprises I can think of...

Letters never disappoint. Okay, bills and rejection letters are disappointing, but letters with your name handwritten across the envelope? Those never disappoint. Never ever ever.

There’s something so magical about the moment right before tearing open an envelope. You know that someone’s been thinking about you. You KNOW there’s goodness in store. Though I’m always careful not to tear wrapping paper (because that’s some prime crafting material, right there), I always find it hard not to tear an envelope open.

And the opening part doesn’t stop there as you still have to open up the folded pages. (Man, just thinking about it makes me want to check the mailbox!)

And then of course, the letter. Sigh. The date in the corner that reminds you that two days earlier, three weeks earlier, someone was thinking ‘bout you, how it is addressed to the nickname only that someone calls you, how their es curl just so.

I think every letter is a love letter whether or not there are sweet nothings whispered onto the page…

a love letter to an old book (penguin edition)

2010-03-25T20:42:00.002-04:00

From the room next door,  

you smell like high ceiling-ed hallways 

and wood thick rooms,  

but from here,  you smell  like a voice

against single paned  

window glass.

(The small mark on your spine, 

curved near the top,  a thumbprint, 

my thumbprint,  inked).

The Love Lettering Project VI: a love letter for a Washington, DC oyster shucker

2010-03-21T09:44:00.002-04:00

I love playing cupid-ninja in Toronto , dropping love letters along streets I walk on often, in the bathrooms of my favourite bunch spots and in laundromats that have seen countless loads of my dirty clothes, but dropping off love letters in cities that aren’t mine is positively gleeful.

One thing I love about this project is the anonymity of it – slipping love letters into books in a used bookstore and sneaking away. And to do it in a city where I don’t know very many people heightens this anonymity.

This February, I was wandering through a fish market in Washington D.C. with grit between my molars from the oyster that had been chucked by a man in a one-piece orange camo snowsuit. I think his name was John, or maybe Joe. He didn’t have any teeth and knew everyone in line, sliding his chucking knife around the edges of dirty shells and spiraling them open, six to a plate with a quarter of a lemon in the middle.

It was the second time I had ever had oysters and I was officially converted to the I Heart Oysters team.

There were bright flashing lights as if it was a carnival instead of a fish market late on a Saturday evening and the fish were stacked, gleaming, iridescent on ice. The clam chowder was piping hot in lidded Styrofoam bowls and I learned that tilapia, something I had only ever seen delicious on my plate, or in thin, frozen fillets, had black, black scales, the crow of the white fish family.

I bought a bag of shrimp, deciding I was brave enough to de-vein the little guys myself.

But the highlight of that fish market adventure was dropping a love letter at the second to last stall, right in front of the baby crabs, with their dusk-blue underbellies and slow moving legs. A love letter on the damp cement.

And then I ducked away as fast as possible. I didn’t want to see who found it. I just like hoping that someone did.

(Confession: Part of me hopes it was John, or Joe, the Oyster Man, who found it, though the chances are slim to middling. He probably had a pile of oysters to be chucked and a lineup that took over the chowder line.)

The Love Lettering Project VI takes on Calgary

2010-03-17T08:24:00.004-04:00

Yippee-yi-yo! Last weekend, the Love Lettering Project VI travelled to Calgary, home of huge skies and oh so much sunshine.

I love you at the bottom of the hill

we used to toboggan on,

years of magic carpets

and swishy snowpants,

fingers numb and held in fists

as we marched back to the top,

but there is no snow now,

just you and me,

our knees touching on the splintered bench

we were always afraid of crashing into.

Library of Congress love

2010-03-11T07:45:00.000-05:00

I love words. And I LOVE books. But when I was approached with the chance to visit the Library of Congress when I was down in Washington , D.C. , I was really reluctant to go.

It was a sunny Saturday and there was brunch to be had and streets to meander along, apple cider to sip and a market to find…forget some fancy-pants tourist site! But I went. And am so glad I let myself be persuaded.

I’m sure there are a million odes to this glorious, wondrous building, but I was truly blown away. It was stunning. There were poets’ names on the ceiling and the most beautiful stained glass. I just wanted to spin around and around until I got dizzy and fall in a heap of bookish adoration.

(my favourite Shakespeare quote...)

It was like a church for all things book. I got myself a reading pass so I could hang out in the reading room under this huge domed ceiling that reminded me of the Vatican with its domed ceilings and huge arched windows. Sigh. The building is a love letter to all things written and all things read. Just glorious.

The sun was setting and the light was long and long – just amazing and it was only fitting that I left some love letters on the front steps…

[photo from The Love Lettering Project VI, taken by Michael A. Jones]

The Love Lettering Project VI takes on Halifax, N.S.

2010-03-09T22:00:00.003-05:00

The Love Lettering Project VI went to the glorious town of Halifax, Nova Scotia this past weekend.

Salt bleached docks and a sun bright Atlantic. It was glorious...

With the edge of the water

burning, furious, impatient,

I love you when the season turns.

[from The Love Lettering Project VI]

2010-03-04T16:25:00.002-05:00

There are a lot of things I love about this love lettering project, but I’d have to say, my very favourite thing has been the number of first kiss stories people have started sharing with me. Not quite strangers, but definitely in the periphery of my social circle.

And almost everyone has framed it with ‘Oh, you’ve probably heard a million of these. You’re probably sick of them...’

But I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing about people’s first kisses. They’re like finding pictures of folks you love at 13, all braces and gangly and wearing the most bizarre clothes (hellloooooo acid wash collared shirt with turquoise glasses!) – so endearingly awkward. I love reconciling the two – confident, fabulous friend with awkward basement corner couch kiss. LOVE!

CBC Radio's DNTO did a follow-up show on first kisses and breakups on Your DNTO and people called in with their first kiss stories. Swoon! I was in heaven.

Being told first kiss stories is like finding lucky pennies, and I can’t pass a penny on the sidewalk without picking it up. (I’ve even been known to stop my bike if I catch a glimpse of coppery luck!)

ps: the photo is from Valentine's Day in Washington, D.C. Cupid-brunching-photographer: Michael A. Jones.

a love letter to a magnolia tree

2010-02-25T08:27:00.001-05:00

your love falls

on the far corner of the front lawn,

and on the ends of branches,

pink the size of hands

petals like fingers,

holding hands

holding hands.

[from The Love Lettering Project IV]

The Love Lettering Project takes on Washington, D.C.

2010-02-14T12:51:00.000-05:00

After 5 years of Toronto-based love, the Love Lettering Project goes international on Valentine's Day, covering snowy Washington, D.C. with papered love.

(Photos by Michael A. Jones)

Dupont Circle fountain love

Yummy market love

Snowy car love (so much snow!!!)

And some bookstore love (with a dash of Amelia Earhart lovin')

The Love Lettering Project is a guerilla art project that brings love letters to strangers. Creator Lindsay Zier-Vogel has been papering cities with love letters for the last six years by writing love poems that are turned into one-of-a-kind paper and thread collages and slipping them into air mail envelopes marked ‘love.’ She and her international squad of cupid-love-letterers then distribute these love letters all over the place -- from cherry bins and phone booths to parked bikes and unsuspecting mail boxes...

(New Zealand watch out, you're next...)

The Love Lettering Project + CBC Radio podcast

2010-02-14T12:34:00.002-05:00

Love is in the air! Check out the podcast from CBC Radio's DNTO (about 1/3 of the way in!)

The history of The Love Lettering Project:

The Love Lettering Project I: cherry bins and phone booths

The Love Lettering Project II: library love

The Love Lettering Project III: odes on brambles and elegies on hawthornes

The Love Lettering Project IV: bike lovin'

The Love Lettering Project V: first kisses

The Love Lettering Project VI: (it's a-coming...keep your eyes peeled for some Valentine's Day goodness...!)

love letters + CBC = this saturday!

2010-02-11T15:30:00.000-05:00

The Love Lettering Project will be on CBC's DNTO this Saturday!

First kisses abound between 2-3pm on Saturday, Feb. 13th. Oooooh, lovin'!

99.1fm if you're in Toronto, and you can always listen online...

a kiss on tuesday

2010-02-10T18:22:00.003-05:00

first kiss sites: under the monkey bars, behind the skating rink, on the edge of the river, on the balcony, on an old chesterfield in a dark basement, the back of a blue Honda Corolla, the middle row at the movie theatre, at the bottom of the toboggan hill, the food court on a Saturday afternoon, a driveway, a car garage, backstage during the school play, the Halloween dance...

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

toboggan hill love

2010-02-09T11:18:00.000-05:00

I love you at the bottom of the hill
we used to toboggan on,
years of magic carpets
and swishy snowpants,
fingers numb and held in fists
as we marched back to the top,
but there is no snow now,
just you and me,
our knees touching on the splintered bench
we were always afraid of crashing into.

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

grey skies are gonna clear up...

2010-02-04T08:01:00.000-05:00

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

dreaming of france. dreaming of summer...

2010-02-01T20:03:00.001-05:00

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

spoke love, an ice rink first kiss

2010-01-21T20:44:00.006-05:00

[some love lettering love for a rainy day bike]

First kiss: behind Memorial Ice Rink:

We stand next to a pile of Zamboni ice,

mittens stuffed into pockets so that

when our hands touch each others’ by accident,

we will feel knuckles and nails

instead of factory knit wool.

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

resolution love...

2010-01-16T09:44:00.002-05:00

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

movie theatres and mailboxes

2010-01-14T16:11:00.004-05:00

oh love...

... movie theatre love...and mailbox love...

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

somewhere near ontario street

2010-01-14T16:09:00.002-05:00

[from the Love Lettering Project V]

bench love

2010-01-01T21:09:00.003-05:00

My vertebrae slips between slats in the wood,

and I love you salt-bleached,

the beach stuck to the bottoms of our heels.

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

The Love Lettering Project V: first kisses

2010-01-01T20:49:00.004-05:00

The Love Lettering Project V: December 31, 2009

[first kisses]

For the fifth Love Lettering Project, I asked people I love to send me the locations of their first kisses, along with the season of this kiss and I wrote poems about these moments, turned them into small pieces of one-of-a-kind art and slipped them into envelopes marked ‘love.’

On the very last day of 2009, I delivered these love letters to the places of these original kisses -- behind ice rinks, movie theatres, basements, behind churches, porches, driveways, school playgrounds…

It was a glorious day…

too much blue, too much red

2009-12-27T23:01:00.002-05:00

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

a single backporch kiss

2009-12-27T22:58:00.003-05:00

There is clover where the grass should be

and stairs where we used to launch ourselves

out the screen door,

I love you in a single backporch kiss,

September threading itself

through the edge of summer.

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

in process...

2009-12-05T00:12:00.001-05:00

It's a love letter explosion!

between peeling labels and lipsticked bottles

2009-11-25T22:48:00.002-05:00

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

ice cream love

2009-11-22T09:43:00.000-05:00

I say I love ice cream and you are offended,

ask how I can love you and love ice cream

but it just is how I love,

double scoops,

sugar cones and you.

[From The Love Lettering Project II]

when the season turns...

2009-11-18T20:16:00.001-05:00

[from The Love Lettering Project V]

wallpaper and gasoline

2009-11-17T14:37:00.006-05:00

Last night, I wrote the word love hundreds of times over and over. And debated plastering the airmail envelopes up in my home like wallpaper...

~

I love you tastes like gasoline,
a rainbow puddle
against the asphalt.

[from The Love Lettering Project: V]

ps: today, i'm in love with this art project: Take Picture Don't Steal

a-z and z-a

2009-11-13T22:38:00.004-05:00

I will love you in alphabetical order,

and then miss you from Z

back to A

pausing on elbow’s envelopes

and knee’s careful commas. 

(Crossing my fingers  

that you will be back  

by the time I reach your

arms).

[from The Love Lettering Project: II]

a november love letter

2009-11-11T16:28:00.001-05:00

I love you
three steps up from the sidewalk,
where leftover Hallowe’en cobwebs
collect the beginnings
of a long winter.

The railing peels and I love you,
the porch light long since burnt out,
the streetlamp questioning the screen door
as you reach across the clutch of bikes.

[from The Love Lettering Project: V]

The Love Lettering Project V

2009-11-09T14:37:00.003-05:00

The Love Lettering Project V: December 2009

[first kisses]

This year’s Love Letter project is just underway…I have asked people I love to send me the locations of their first kisses, along with the season of this kiss. And ooooh, the stories I’ve been getting! It’s amazing. Goose-bump-ingly amazing!

Sooo, I’m writing poems about these moments that took place in driveways and school yards, next to rivers, on porch steps and the backseats of best friends’ Toyota Corrolas – then I’ll whip ‘em into small pieces of art and slip them into envelopes.

In December, I’m going to deliver these love letters to places similar to these original kisses.

Keep your eyes peeled…there might just be a love letter for you*

The Love Lettering Project IV

2009-11-07T13:14:00.004-05:00

The Love Lettering Project IV: July 27, 2008

[Bike love]

In 2008, people I love sent me a word of something they love and I then wrote love poems to these objects: magnolia trees, wheat beer, old Penguin edition books, May and so many other lovely bits...

Then, after a fortifying brunch and too many cups of coffee, my partner-in-crime, Rhya Tamasauskas and I, proceeded to tie these love letters to bikes all over the west end of Toronto.

And somehow, over the last year, I’ve met one friend, one acquaintance and one stranger who came across these letters…xo

[a love poem to a dictionary]

I love that you are as wide as you are tall

two hands full.

And I love that you line up your

Ps and Qs when I'm not looking,

Ms careful next to your Ns,

ears before eyes

and hands before hearts.

The Love Lettering Project III

2009-11-06T10:46:00.001-05:00

The Love Lettering Project III: May 19, 2007

[Odes on brambles and elegies on hawthorns]

"Odes on brambles and elegies on hawthorns," wrote Shakespeare in As You Like It.

I was working on a writing project that involved a lot of Shakespeare and this image from As You Like It, of Orlando filling trees with love letters for his beloved stuck with me.

So…after creating one-of-a-kind paper-based art pieces, I filled a tree in Trinity Bellwoods Park in Toronto with these envelopes marked ‘love’.

It was lovely to see these love-inscribed envelopes hanging between the leaves that were that brilliant green that only new leaves have.

I have no idea who came across these letters, but I biked by the tree later that day and they were all gone…

The Love Lettering Project II

2009-11-05T10:04:00.002-05:00

The Love Lettering Project II: April 18, 2006

[Library love]

I can’t remember why there wasn’t a love lettering project in 2005, but the second installment in 2006 made up for it. I was in grad school for creative writing and knew far too many people who were spending far too much time in the library. Thus, the Library Love Lettering Project was born.

Instead of casting these one-of-a-kind paper-based love letters all over the city, this round was for the library...Robarts at the University of Toronto (which, if you’ve never seen it, is one of the most horrible, uninspiring concrete buildings in Toronto ).

I asked some of my very favourite people to send me the titles of books they thought needed a love letter... books they loved most of all, books they thought needed a smidge of love, books that inspired love, books they read while in love, books they wish they could love....and on this sunshining afternoon, I tucked a wee envelope of loving goodness inside each one.

From Irving Layton to Baudelaire, first editions to brand new books, Nabokov in Russian, plays, poetry, fiction and everything in between...became full of love.

Blushing scholars abound!

The Love Lettering Project I

2009-11-04T11:45:00.007-05:00

The Love Lettering Project I: July 29, 2004

The very first Love Lettering Project was a collaborative affair with the ever-inspiring poet, creator and monster-maker, Rhya Tamasauskas.

During one of the weekly meetings of our writing collective, Tuesday, Rhya and I wrote love poems, then turned them into small one-of-a-kind collage art pieces and slipped them into envelopes.

During that July afternoon, we put them everywhere – in phone booths, in bins of cherries at fruit markets, in gardens, on park benches, under windshield wipers on parked cars.

I remember feeling elated and giddy with the goodness of it all. That was an exceptionally good afternoon.

~

She sends her love west,
enveloped and stamped,
licked with remembering, with wishing.

welcome!

2009-11-02T22:39:00.004-05:00

Hello, hello! Welcome to The Love Lettering Project...

I'll admit it, I'm a big fan of the love letter. In fact, I may have even written a few love letters TO love letters...it's true...

There's something so special about about receiving words of love folded up inside an envelope, and so few of us receive enough of them. There's often such a small window in which we write them, and with so much of our communication occurring over email or on Facebook or phones, good ol' fashioned love letters are going the way of the dodo.

So, I write love letters. Love poems, really. And once a year, I turn these love poems into 200+ one-of-a-kind hand-made art pieces and tuck them inside envelopes. No tos or froms, just 100% love.

I love the idea of people coming across an envelope with the word "love" written on it. I love wondering how people might react. I love not knowing what happens to these small bits of papery love. Guerilla love letters abound...

Keep an eye out for a love letter. It may just be addressed to you...xo

~

I love you leaning across
a long Tuesday afternoon.