West Indian Girl

below is a post by chris carter. usually chris doesnt doesnt say too much in the blog but this is a special occasion. remember, this is a true story, no names have been replaced or facts changed. take it away carter.

Yesterday at the end of the photo shoot I experienced one of the most surreal, hilarious, and disturbing experiences in the history of my life as Chris Carter.It took place on the corner of 4th and Wall in broad daylight, right outside our practice space. I was throwing away an empty coke can. Something that resembled a woman was walking towards me with, shall we say, a crazy look in her eyes. She was more odious and disturbed than your average cardboard box dweller downtown, and she was grinning stupidly and pointing at me. She grabbed the empty coke can out of my hand and managed to squeeze a few drops into her mouth, after which she laughed like she had just won the lottery. She was probably on some acid mixed with who knows what, and she started following me slowly down the street, laughing hysterically and pointing. Apparently she was very grateful for the coke can, because she proceeded to stop, squat, and lift up her skirt, pulling out her hairy lap curtains right on the sidewalk! In broad daylight! Luckily I turned my head just in time, or I could easily have been turned to stone, gone blind, or lost my ability to bear children one day. Marc Goldstein bravely documented the carnage, snapping two shots that are absolutely priceless. I’m convinced that this is some kind of omen for our band, but I can’t discern what it means. It just keeps getting stranger and stranger. . . with love, Carter

here she comes

a good deed never goes unnoticed

thanks for the coke chris

—F.TEN