I Like to Fork Myself
Daul Kim, 20, Korean model. Photographs in i-D, Dazed & Confused, Vogue, Russian Vogue—the real thing, not decoration. Then she jumped off a building in Paris.
The strange part was how it all looked fine from outside. Her blog, I Like To Fork Myself, showed nothing. Last post was just a song she liked. But people dug back and found the earlier writing—all the depression about how predictable her life was, how disgusting, about loneliness that went from the core.
She’d been posting about it for a while. Just not in a way that read as emergency.
That gap between the photographs and the diary stays with me. You see the pattern after. You reconstruct it into a story about someone falling apart. But it was all invisible while it was happening—just a young person with a good job, posting fragments of herself online.