Screenwriter Miranda July has a new project under way, We Think Alone. The concept behind it is to showcase the ways in which all people, celebrities included, have their own perspective on the world. Giving you a glimpse into the most intimate thoughts of Lena Dunham, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and others, July conveys a broad scope of the "mundane" issues in the world.
So how exactly does it work? Subscribers receive weekly email conversations from stars and everyday folk alike. One week you might get an email exchange between Kirsten Dunst and her mom about life, the next week something totally different. Whether funny or sad or strange, the beauty of the site is grounded in its ability to connect strangers through private moments of vulnerability.
This week however, it was Lena Dunham’s turn. July gave us a peek into a rare and intimate interaction between Girls superstar Lena Dunham and her rocker beau Jack Antonoff.
The letter read as follows:
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From: Lena Dunham
Date: Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 5:14 AM
Subject: a love letter to Jack M. Antonoff
To: Jack Antonoff
I'm trying to keep a journal on this trip. Historically I have done really poorly with a journal. The idea of writing without an audience seemed futile at best and like a bad voice over on a cancelled ABC show at worst. When I was little I left my journal out, open, for my parents to find (then hid behind the counter waiting for them to read it so I could be incensed.) But somehow my book makes every piece of writing feel as though it has an eventual home (maybe that's how your album feels?) and gives record-keeping a kind of fullness it never had before. Which is good, because my old move was to write these long belabored emails to people at home and find a way to enjoy my travels by imagining them imagining me enjoying my travels. I think I can enjoy my travels on my own this time, but I did have one revelation:
I was walking through a beautiful Indian garden this morning (Lodi garden! The oldest in the city! It looks like if someone crushed Versailles with a giant Doc Marten) and passed a big green pond with a dozen disorderly swans. All the old people in my party were cooing about the swans but I was focused on this young couple, late teens or early twenties, curled up on a bench talking really animatedly. We spent 40 minutes walking around the garden and when we circled back they were still there, chatting like fiends. And And I thought of you, like always, and I felt I could spend four days on a bench with you and it wouldn't be enough time to hear all the stories you have to tell-- I literally want to know everything you have ever seen and what you felt like while you were seeing it. And I will be so much better my whole life for knowing those things.
I love you,
True love really does exist.
Via Mirana July