Behold … the mailboxes of the WORLD, as sent in by The Art of Doing Stuff readers.
This is easily the weirdest post I’ve ever done.
Last week I asked readers to send me in a picture of their country’s communal mailbox. Then I spent a lot of time explaining what I meant. Not the mailbox at the end of your driveway, not the mailbox beside your front door where you get Dwell or People Magazine delivered. I meant the mailboxes you’d walk to to mail a letter.
Once that explanation was out of the way, the pictures came flying in. My hope was to get mailboxes from at least 10 countries. And I did! Although I’m pretty sure Laos is a made up country. Almost positive in fact.
I’m a bit iffy on Finland too.
But … from The Art of Doing Stuff readers to YOU …
The last picture was sent in by Steve, a reader whose kids watched a video of fainting goats and then killed themselves laughing. After that everything became a fainting version of itself. One morning after Halloween they went outside and found these on their street corner. Fainting Mailboxes.
Special thanks to Eleanor (in New Zealand), Maggie B and Karin (in Germany), Mel (Danish mailbox), Kim (English mailbox by way of Switzerland), Nathalie (in Scotland), Roxana (from Romania), Caroline (R2D2 mailbox in Chicago), Mel (in Switzerland), Natalie (outside of Tokyo), Cathryn (travelled to Kyoto, Japan), Terrie (travelled to Laos), Jenni (in Finland), Virginie (in France), Christina (in USA), Beth (travelled to China) and Steve … (fainting Goats)
Sorry to everyone who got their pictures in too late to be included in the collage. Poland, Australia, Netherlands, Tel Aviv, etc. … you’ll be missed.
You can expect to see more posts like this in the future. With so many readers spread around so many countries it seems stupid not to take advantage and have you produce all of my content for me.
Wait … what I *meant* to say was, With so many readers spread around so many countries it seems stupid not to take advantage of it and use it as a tool to take a look at the rest of the world. Yes. That’s what I meant.
Have a good weekend!