My charcoal piece
Sui He in i-D Spring 2012 photographed by Daniele Iango
from Peter Howell
If you’re from a small town (like me), you get home for the holidays and look forward to hibernating in your home by a toasty fire, and eating….a lot. However, there’s that little caffeine addiction, which you never fully acknowledge, and your desire for a Starbucks is the only thing to drive you out, into the freezing cold.
You are almost to Starbucks when you glance in the mirror and UGHhhhh you’re paler than a ghost as greasy as olive oil and… is that a zit?! Shit. There’s only one Starbucks in town. Hence it is the drinking hole for all the little townspeople who are home for the holidays, and WANT to be seen, to come flaunt their svelte bodies, new fur coats and impeccably “natural” looking makeovers. This particular Starbucks is where all the pretty birds flock into a chirping, squawking mess of gossip and unabashed people watching.
"OMG talk about gaining a freshmen 15." "So did she ever get treated for that adderall addiction? I mean she looks great." "Oh she’s still alive? How old is she now?"
There is a high risk of running into at least 4 parents from your middle school, perhaps even a teacher (who will give you that look that screams “we had such high hopes for you….”) and definitely other young adults, aka your many friends/acquaintances whom you’ve been avoiding.