I couldn’t find Erin, but I’m not sure if that was really surprising. She was always fairly quiet, private, and a little bit mysterious. But then, aren’t they all?
I don’t think I’ve seen her in 15 years. I barely remember taking this photo. What I remember about Erin is her laugh, her accent. I remember her short strawberry blonde hair – which was often wet when she rolled in to early morning classes. We both studied fashion design at LSU. We spent a lot of late-nights together sewing, draping, and smoking cigarettes with Radka (like vodka).
We graduated on the same day. Erin left for New Orleans and I left for New York.
See more of my Girlfriends project here.