Camille is Social!

Alex, 31, Bristol (this information isn’t disclosed) recently made a lamp out of cardboard. It’s a little crooked, but it glows. They’ve never really shown it to anyone—not because they’re ashamed, but because it’s hard to explain why it matters.

Tonight on Camille, Alex selects the topic: “Handmade”, intention: “Discovery.”

Someone clicks. Priya, 36, Bangalore (just for us to know)—a textile artist who just finished knitting her first wearable sweater. She’s proud of it, but what she really wants to talk about is the process—all the dropped stitches, the joy of getting lost in the doing.

They start trading stories of glue burns, wobbly seams, and quiet pride. They laugh about things falling apart mid-project. They talk about the kind of making that’s not for sale or for show.

“I love when you make something and it looks like it was made.”
“Yes! Imperfection is proof.”

Alberto, 29, Lisbon (just for us to know) has just moved to Prague for a new job. He’s excited—but the novelty comes with loneliness. The cafés feel too busy to sit in alone, and small talk in a new language feels like a mountain.

On Camille, he types the topic: “New Beginnings”, and selects the intention: “Exchange.”

Someone clicks. Amira, 35, Tunis (just for us to know)—she moved to a new country last year. They swap thoughts on unfamiliar metros, which supermarket brands feel most like home, and how the first weekend always feels the quietest.

It’s not networking—it’s real talk. Two people who know what it’s like to start over, speaking from inside that feeling.

When their session ends, there’s no follow-up, no need. Just a small sense of grounding. Of having been understood.

“I didn’t think anyone else found silence this loud.”
“Oh yes. But it softens.”

Milan, 24, rural Slovakia (this information isn’t disclosed) lives in a village with one bar, a church, and a bus that comes twice a day. He moved back after university to care for a grandparent—and to save money. But lately, it’s not just quiet—it’s lonely. Too many thoughts, not enough people to share them with.

On Camille, he types the topic: “Boredom”, and selects the intention: “Discovery.”

Someone clicks. Sana, 33, Kuala Lumpur (just for us to know)—she recently moved from a buzzing city to a remote island village to slow down. The irony? They both miss noise in very different ways.

They talk about what boredom really is. About the ache for stimulation, the freedom in routine, the art of watching nothing happen. Sana tells him about a book she’s reading on slow attention. Milan tells her about his neighbor’s cat who now visits daily at sunset.

It’s not advice. It’s not escape. It’s just a window opening.

“I thought boredom meant I was failing. Maybe it means I’m paying attention.”
“Yes. And that’s rare.”

Leo, 38, Porto (this information isn’t disclosed) has an odd but beloved hobby: he collects vintage postcards and rewrites the stories behind them. Some are funny. Some are sad. He’s been doing it for years, but he rarely gets to talk about it—let alone with someone who actually gets it.

Tonight on Camille, he selects the topic: “Hobbies” and the intention: “Discovery.”

Someone clicks. Elif, 31, Izmir (just for us to know)—a ceramicist who makes tiny pots for imaginary plants. She shares pictures with friends sometimes, but it always feels performative. Tonight, she just wants to talk about why she does it.

They start laughing five minutes in. Leo writes her the text from a 1967 card from Naples. Elif describes a pot she once made for a fictional cactus that only blooms on leap years. They marvel at the beauty of making things just for the joy of it—without audience, without outcome.

There’s no awkwardness. No need to impress. Just two people playing.

“I think your pots and my postcards would be friends.”
“Maybe they already are.”