The Best of The Bathroom Portraits: 2014

a trip to Chicago, a bit of nudity

Chris Chase Salon / Chelsea // New York City /// 12.18.14

When I was a brunette in my 20s, this is where I went to get my hair cut. My hair was so much thicker then. Like a mane. I miss that. I do not miss having brown hair. I couldn’t afford to dye it. I could barely afford to cut it. I thought my hairstylist was my friend, but he was not. I texted him, and he did not text back. Transactional relationships can be confusing sometimes.

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I take pictures. I take a lot of pictures. Except when I’m depressed. Then I take hardly any. Maybe none. In fact, the absent months on my camera roll could probably provide a pretty accurate map of my depressive episodes over the years.

I take pictures because my memories erode.

I have hardly any memories before the age of 12, which is the year my parents got divorced, and my mom took me away from New York.