The downsides of looking incredibly underage
So, Carianne and I went shopping in Manhattan on Monday. Carianne's boyfriend's eleven year-old daughter, Pilar also came along. After making several stops in Tribeca and then Soho, we walked into a Halloween costume shop on Broadway.
After browsing around the first floor for a few minutes and discovering what I want to be for Halloween this year (Santa Claus), we found our way into the basement. The lower level consisted of more costumes and some horror-genre props like disembodied hands, feet, and eyeballs. Carianne sat on a bench near the stairs and Pilar and I explored the lower level further.
As I was examining a plastic decapitated head, a woman walked up to us. She had black frizzy hair, glasses, and kind of resembled the woman who takes care of the cats on 30 Rock. She had the air of a self-important hall monitor as she approached us and asked where our parents were.
Pilar and I exchanged raised eyebrows.
"There are some things down here that aren't really kid-friendly," the woman continued. "Are your parents here with you?"
A bit taken aback, I said, "Uhhm.... no?"
"Well," the woman said. "You need to have an adult accompanying you to be down here."
"I kind of am the adult," I said, giving Pilar another sideways glance as if to say, This woman has got to be kidding.
The woman smirked at me in a way that said Aw, shucks, aren't you guys cute? and said, "Okay, well, I'll let that slide for now. So long as you guys act like adults and not little kids."
And, in other news, I turn twenty one on Friday.
July 1, 2009 at 11:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
La Sirena
Yesterday morning, Katrina and I woke up at 5am and drove to Coney Island for a Saraghina-inspired photoshoot. Leaving the car, we began to attract stares from everybody we walked by. I was carrying about five different bags and had a camera around my neck. Katrina was pulling a huge suitcase, she was dressed in booty shorts and a midriff-exposing shirt, her hair was tousled every which way, and she had caked on enough makeup to clog every pore in New York. "I look like a prostitute," she laughed as we walked past elderly morning joggers. "Seriously, if I saw me walking down the street, I would be like, 'that's a hooker!'"
We arrived at the beach, unpacked our bags, and started shooting. All-in-all, we had four different looks, each suited pretty well to the whole rundown carny aesthetic of Coney Island. For the last look, we ventured out onto the street and were lucky enough to find an old man who let us use his AWESOME car as a prop in our shoot. On the street, Katrina garnered even more attention now that it was about ten in the morning and shops were beginning to open.
July 1, 2009 at 08:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Congratulations, Ana!
My sister graduated from high school on Thursday!
June 26, 2009 at 10:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
The First Ward
I've been in Buffalo for about three days for my sister's graduation and, while I don't really have much time here, I had to get some picture-taking in. For all of the culture and economic prosperity that New York City has, it really doesn't quite appeal to me as much as dear old Buffalo. I was hanging out with Russell on Tuesday and suggested that we go to the Lovejoy neighborhood to take some pictures. On the way there, we drove past the First Ward and I immediately instructed him to exit the expressway so we could take pictures there instead. We walked around for about half an hour, snapping photos of the old industrial neighborhood. I'm really starting to sound like a broken record, the way I say "I LOVE BUFFALO" every five seconds whenever I come home.
June 25, 2009 at 04:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Junk Shopping
Katrina, Elaina, Carolina, and I went to the junk store in Williamsburg aptly named Junk. Elaina was in the market for a mirror and Katrina was in the market for some chairs. Carolina and I were pretty much along for the ride in Katrina's pretty red convertible. I ended up purchasing two vintage Coke bottles which look pretty cute as decorations in my kitchen. The ride back was kind of an adventure. Elaina and Carolina had to endure two large chairs on their laps while I tried to hold onto a mirror in the front seat. Katrina meanwhile tried her best to navigate the winding, jam-packed streets of Williamsburg without running over any women with strollers. I do not understand how people even bother to own cars in New York City. It took us so long to get through the rush hour traffic that we might as well have walked.
June 22, 2009 at 09:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)