Posts Tagged ‘krysti’

Drawn In (107/365)

March 17, 2010

Funny story. Krysti was taking the train to midtown with me with the intention to walk around while I went to shoot Molly Crabapple and her Dr. Sketchy’s Anti Art School. Unfortunately, Krysti fell from a pole on the train and nearly broke her leg….(that was the funny part) Leaving her to doodle in a conference room at the MOMA for several hours. I was pleased to find that at the end of the day, I made it into a few sketches. Its all about the adventure ears, I wore that day.

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Phagwa not Foie Gras (100-104/365)

March 13, 2010

Gala, Krysti, and I welcomed spring by traveling out to the end of Queens, walked in a parade as the only snowflakes in the area, and got smothered in a sea of colorful talcum powders.

It was to celebrate Holi. An Indian word that translates to “festival of color”

The community would come up and cover you with these powder and water guns full of dyed water, and say “Happy Phagwa”

Due to my bad memory, I remembered the pronunciation of Phagwa, by thinking of one of my favorite meat treats, foie gras. mmmmm

Anyway, it was pretty fantastic adventure. The day became more amusing as we ventured further away from the parade and closer to Manhattan.

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We Are Friend. (97-99/365)

March 9, 2010

This is Krysti. She came up to visit me this week, and I don’t remember the last time I have laughed until I cried so often.

When we were about 13 years old, I was speaking to her on the phone while my mom was yelling at me for some reason or another and wanted me to get off. As if Krysti couldn’t hear this woman, I told her I had to go because I was in trouble. Krysti refused to let me get off the phone. Not until I made a monster noise.

I spent nearly 5 minutes hiding in my room, whispering over the phone that my mom was reeeeeally pissed and I couldn’t do that, only to have her cut me off and demand a monster noise!

By this point, my mother was livid, I was trying to hold back my laughs sooo hard that i was tearing up, and everyone in Krysti’s household was laughing loudly and anticipating what would happen next.

I let out a dinosaur-like peeping sound hoping to make my friend happy, but not to agitate my mom anymore by hearing me not take her seriously.

“NO! CHLOE, MAKE A MONSTER NOISE AT HER! NOOOWW!”

So I did! I made some piercingly loud, utterly ridiculous sound to counteract my mothers babble and cursing in the next room….then my mom dropped a dish, came over, and everything kind of went black.

I don’t think there was a time that I hung out with Krysti and didn’t return home to getting my ass kicked.  A consequence that was always worth the adventure.

To this day, Krysti breaks up an unfortunate scenario by making a monster noise or playing dead.

Her personality has remained as animated as it was when we met, roughly 13 years ago. Its so difficult to meet people who are able to hold such a bright and carefree outlook on life, while still remaining intelligent and level headed.

She heads home today and I’m not NOT slightly bummed.