.I skimmed through my Flickr contacts the other day, and came across this photo of a girl hunched over her camera. The photo was intriguing. Was this taken at a party? Why is she on the damn floor? The way she’s sitting, it looks like she could be laughing…or perhaps crying? I added it to my “favorites” on Flickr.
After being interviewed by my sublet, Molly, I was shocked to see that the photo was of me. Molly has a unique eye and a creative mind. Shes been doing a lot of inspiring little things, since shes been here. One, being her idea to interview artist she knew. She recently sat me down and asked me a couple of questions.
.Being single has made for the best Valentines Days. Theres no pressure involved. I usually forget about it and when I walk outside, there’s an unusual amount of men holding flowers and storefronts illuminating more pink than the streets of a breast cancer marathon. What is not to like?!
Last year, I somehow managed to smuggle a bundle of balloons out of a fancy shmancy fashion week party. This year, I tried to continue spreading the love in ways that don’t come back in the form of an STD.
So when I woke up, I printed out some flyers and taped them up around New York for the more humbled of hearts.
I loved this experiment! I loved peoples reactions, walking by these places later in the day to find pieces missing, and the silly guys that would occasionally appear over my shoulder as I put them up, searching for a question that didn’t need to exist.
New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation. What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:
you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.
You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.
Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.
Its not JUST santa and his elves that slave around in anticipation for tomorrow. Santa is a man who has a lot of average people working ridiculous jobs over the holiday season, as well. While walking around Midtown, yesterday, I found some pretty dedicated Christmas workers.
A breakdancing reindeer (a.k.a. your friend from high schools dad); Minnie Mouse in Santa suit
My best guess for what these people were, were Sugar Plums. The fact that they refused to speak and that I’ve never seen a sugar plum only makes my theory more factual.
The Salvation Army was out doing that thing they do every year while you’re waiting for someone outside of a store. Ringing that bell until you cave and give them a dollar just for a few seconds of silence. The wisest upgrade on their part, was this dashing young lad who had decided to replace his bell with a mic to serenade me.
The man whos job was to guide you away from a Macys fire exit and toward Santa, almost made my day. That was until AJ, one of my closest friends, saw how sad I was that no one was dressed as a marsupial. He threw on my kangaroo suit and made a lot of little kids very happy and large adults very scared, simultaneously.
What a fantastic Christmas, its been so far!
All photos were taken by Chloe Rice
Except for the last one, which was obviously taken by an elf.