Crazy things happen in New York all the time, its what happens when you cram millions of ambitious humans into tiny spaces.
Nothing shocks me anymore–I’ve been exploring the nightlife here since I was 15 years old and have seen and experienced some of the weirdest shit you could imagine.
So after a wild time partying with Christian McQueen (read his 10 recent observations about NYC here), when I headed home from a Manhattan club and got on the subway at 4am, it seemed perfectly normal that a girl who looked like a slightly lesser version of Zooey Deschanel got on the train dressed up exactly like a vampire.
She had a black cape over her shoulders that was lined inside with blood red velvet, high heel boots that almost reached her knees, and a short black dress that showed off her busty cleavage through intricate webbing.
And her face was heavily painted with two sharp fangs hanging down from her upper lip.
Of course I looked over at her to check her out.
When she saw me looking, I detected a slight smile that revealed more fang, so I got up and plopped down on the seat next to her. She was smiling bigger now and I said ‘What’s up?’ and she said ‘nothing much’.
From there it was an easy conversation to transition to–she was coming from a pre-Halloween party (I didn’t even know people did that), and was getting off at the same stop as me in Brooklyn.
We chatted some more about Halloween–I’m planning a big photography project for October 31st–last Halloween I met some real weirdos and ended up getting some photos of them that ended up in a gallery.
So when we got to our stop, it was easy to invite her for a drink. The bars were closed by this time so we picked up a couple cans of beer from a bodega and went to a baseball field to sit in the grass and check out the stars.
430am and I’m sitting in left-field drinking beer with a vampire–just another Saturday night in the city.
I went on a mini-rant about Trump that ended up turning her on, even though she felt compelled to mention that she was a feminist and didn’t like his rampant sexism. I said it was fun to be sexist.
After the beer it was easy to invite her to my place where she jumped in the shower and came out looking like a normal person.
We had decent sex, then passed out until late in the morning.
She reluctantly agreed to do an interview about our encounter–I told her it was for an art project that I was doing in order to understand the seduction process and remember my sexual encounters.
You can listen to her describe how I met her by ‘harassing’ her on the subway.
Needless to say, I won’t be seeing her again.
If you are curious as to how I get girls comfortable for interviews and photos, check out An Introduction to Camera Game.