#49, Kaarin.

Kaarin worked at a flower shop with my sister when i was in high school. She had really bad skin and kind of a strange, potato-ey face. She was very slight, and wore lots of black clothing. Long, dyed red hair, and a smoker's voice and laugh. She lived in a warehouse (the epitome of cool, back in those days) in Oakland, and once i went over to her house to take artistic pictures of her, which involved her lying sprawled out on the floor, with white fairy lights strung all around her, and fresh rose petals as far as the eye could see. I believe this was right after Valentine's Day, when there were lots of extra, open red roses to take home (ah, consumerism!). Turned out the roof was leaking, though, and it was raining, so the possibility of electrocution came into play and we had to cut the session short. I can remember those pictures plain as day, even though i gave them all to her. She eventually married someone much older than her, and i hope they're happy somewhere.