Open and Closed, 2013
Do you ever look into that tiny camera lens at the top of your laptop and wonder if it could be controlled from a remote location? Do you then ponder how what you formerly believed to be your private indiscretions might be television or data collected for marketing purposes?
Your Lucky Charms. Your unmade bed. Your Lion Cat hair. They could be recording each phone call you make, every snack you smear with peanut butter, and your looking in the hall mirror as you dance alone to the songs that require it.
I went down this path recently. I knew it was ridiculous, but then I didn't. So I stuck a small blue post-it note over the lens in question.