“jeez, get your mind out of the gutter,” i said. “i’m not a kardashian sister!”
i was explaining to maximillian my photography adventure with facebook friends carolyn quinn and azusa watanabe. it’s not oral it’s aural–a form of photography that is meant to capture the inner essence of a person.
“it’s meant to capture the subtle color radiances that surround a person,” i said. “also called the life field.”
“we went to a place that did aural photography right after our lunch at laconda verde.”
“how was the restaurant?”
“well, the food was middling but expensive and the atmosphere was chaotic, but otherwise. . . “
after lunch, michele went home and i hope she is aware that if you can have lunch at laconda verde, you can make it anywhere! but i wanted to spend a little more time with carolyn and azusa. i was particularly intrigued by azusa. we became friends in february of last february. a japanese social media site mixi.jp did a story about my facebook new year’s resolution. when azusa was traveling in the united states this summer she made a point of contacting me and figuring out when we would be in the same city. i really appreciate that! azusa is a teacher of conversation english in tokyo.
carolyn suggested that we go to china town and get our aural photographs taken. she has done so before and it turns out she is what is termed an “indigo girl”. . . which means that she has a great degree of creativity and spirituality. we went to a small little shop that sold crystals, jewelry, herbal supplements. each of us sat for our picture. the photographer was a little strict.
as it turns out carolyn again was revealed to be an indigo girl! which meant that her picture was a fuzzy melange of purple-ish tones.
azusa and i turned out to be sort of yellow and red, meaning we had a great deal of creativity and verve. oddly, all three of us were advised by the photographer that our chakra showed that we needed some sleep. well, azusa was jetlagged, carolyn has bronchitis and me? i hadn’t slept the night before because i was starting to worry about how i was getting home. and i had a right to be worried!