On my work as a “Background Artist” / “Intrusive stranger standing behind actual subject of photo”

I was waiting for the subway about a month ago when I heard a woman approach the girl standing next to me on the platform. She gently tapped the girl’s shoulder and said “Excuse me, I’m a blogger for Shy People Fashion and I just love what you’re wearing. Could I take a picture for the blog?” The girl laughed a little and said it would be fine.

After pouting for about two seconds that I hadn’t received such an enthusiastic compliment on my ensemble (Jeans, boots, scarf, striped shirt -> yeah, I quickly saw why I was ignored) I realized that this girl next to me was going to end up on a Subway Platform Style Street Style blog. I also realized that I would never be on one of those, unless I acted quickly.

As the blogger got ready to take the photo, I leaned forward a bit, as though suddenly immensely interested in the internet that was refusing to connect on my phone. I was determined to be in the photo.

And I was:

Me on a streetstyle blog

Check out the original post on Shy People Fashion.

Background of streetstyle photo

And you know what really gets me? I almost wore that exact same outfit!! Only then I realized that my “feather printed red zip up” needed to be washed and my “vintage leather boots that have a great ‘worn in’ look” had dog poop on them. That’s why I had to just throw on jeans and a t-shirt.

The rush I experienced from seeing my face out of focus on a small fashion blog reminded me of another insignificant media appearance I’ve made. Back in 2007, I spent a day as a background artist on The Wire, as a “debate team member.” I keep meaning to watch The Wire but I’ve never gotten around to it so I still don’t know the context, although I’m sure that this high school debate was about the least important thing on the episode, unless there was a drug bust in the auditorium and I somehow missed it. Anyway, all I know is that Mayor/Governor Carcetti tries to shake Howard Colvin’s hand and Colvin totally leaves him hanging (this all took place after the debate, in the school parking lot). I walk by them (celebrating my very successful debate win, I decided at the time) and, in a flash of blurry purple, give the audience a momentary break from the drama.

Me on The Wire 1


Me on The Wire 2

Now relax, and just stare at my Old Navy button down.

Me on The Wire 3


If you ever get a chance to work as a background artist, I highly recommend it, especially if you can do it with a group of friends. It can be a little boring, but it’s cool to see how a TV show is filmed, and if you’re with friends it makes the boring parts bearable. If you ever get asked to be on Street Style blog, cherish the experience! And also please call me because I’d like to position myself in the background of your photo.

Moving on up! ….to what is apparently the hood

I’m moving to Brooklyn in a couple of weeks!

Thanks to thefunkytripper

Right on the border of HOOD and nothing. Eh, we’ll see.  So far I am very happy with the variety of food options, number of trees, and proximity to Manhattan.

Oh and the price… there’s that.

Summer 2010: a retrospective journey

When I think back to this past summer in New York and how desperately I wanted to finish my internship and get back home I feel the biggest sense of relief that I’m not there anymore. Like literally this feeling of contentment washes over me and I bask in it for a second. So.  It’s really confusing when I visit and I feel like I can’t wait to live there again. But I try to remember that my ten week stay in the city:

1) Was without air conditioning.

2) Happened during a summer heat wave that felt like a free trip to hell.

3) Included an internship that was cool and sometimes interesting but still rather monotonous and made me realize that I absolutely can not sit at a desk all day (unless they want to pay me to be on Facebook and YouTube).

4) Included fellow interns at the internship who were  some of the most grating personalities I have ever come in contact with.

a) If you announce at the end of every lunch that you want a sundae/chocolate/raspberries covered in whip cream/the other half of my sandwich then its time to start eating more than a salad. Chase some of those cravings why don’t ya (except get your own damn sandwich).

b) “I like hummus but I hate chickpeas. Isn’t that weird?” ← not interesting at all. Do not say stuff like that.

5) Had me enjoying a mandatory meal plan that forced me to eat nothing but Dunkin Donuts on the weekends.

6) Included 3 out of 4 roommates that were either never there (2) or psychotic/whiney (1) – I can’t decide which trait I hated more SIKE IT WAS THE WHINING.

7) Was without any of my friends or family there for more than three days. Lonely. And that it just a testament to how awesome they all are.


I am sure that I want to live in New York again. I think as long as at least one of these things isn’t true the second time around it will go much better.