30 Days Being A Civilian Body Camera

I will wear a body camera for the next 30 days, documenting all the time I spend in the public realm. The camera will be dismounted and powered off while in my home, with my family, in other private residences, and in the place where I work. Every night I will post the video unedited to this blog as a document of my experiences as a civilian, as a woman, a mother, a brown body wearing a body camera. I will include a link to texts that I am reading while being recorded. These texts will provide a social and political context for the public space that is being documented, and will have a relation to self surveillance, protest, new technologies, the #BlackLivesMatter movement, and any other subject relating to what it means to be a body on the streets in this present moment.

Day 22

August 9, 2016

"When you can't trust smell, only eyes can tell." NYBG/ 125

Time spent in public space is captured by three stills that circle back on my search for the corpse of the Corpse Flower (see Day 17).

"We cannot say for sure, but it seems very likely that this rare, putrid bloom is somehow connected to the recent rise of Donald Trump."

NYBG/125 is wise not to ignore the inextricable link between people and their environment, after all Trump is from New York City. Today's surveillance is captured in 2D; Day 22 is about taking a break from time.