One of the many things I enjoy about my niece, Katie, is the fact that she has a slight dark side like me. As a four year-old, her favorite game for a brief time was to pretend that she was dying from a long, dreadful disease. "I have . . . a-larr-ium . . . (malaria) . . . " she'd breathlessly announce, flopping around dramatically while clutching her forehead, and then collapse on the floor with her tongue hanging out. I'd have to frantically bring her back to life while begging her to hold on. She loved it. Most kids enjoy playing with Barbies or coloring books. Katie? A rousing game of "Malaria" made her very happy.
When she was nine, a 14 year-old cousin of hers went through a goth phase. Katie was not sure about the whole thing, and arrived at my parents' house to say exasperatedly, "Well. It happened. Alisha turned Catholic."
We all stood there puzzled, not sure what she meant. Why would a 14 year-old Methodist decide on her own to choose another religion?
"Catholic?" my mom tentatively asked her.
"Yeah, you know, when you're Catholic you wear black clothes and have white skin and black makeup and you walk around mad all the time."
"You mean GOTHIC."
"Yeah, gothlic."
That afternoon, she disappeared for awhile and came out dressed completely in black. Handing me a tube of liquid black eyeliner , she asked that I take her picture as a "gothlic." And so I painted her lips black and off we went. This is my favorite photo from that shoot.
1 comment:
She is so ridiculously photogenic. And gorgeous. Don't forget gorgeous!
Love the photo, chica.
And yeah.... gothlic is good sometimes. :o)
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