au revoir parsons paris

on our last day of school, karisa and i took pictures of parsons paris so we could remember how weird that school was forever. according to local historians (aka karisa) the building used to be an old factory until it was turned into an art school. i had all of my classes in one room for nine hours straight. needless to say, i'd get really sick of staring at the same wall all day, so i won't be too sad to say goodbye to that building. one of the weirdest things about it was the "courtyard" in the center of the school. it lacked any plants or signs of life, but had tons of graffiti all over the walls. i may have left something to represent me and karisa's presence....

later that night, we went out to dinner, drinks, and dancing with a huge group of friends from school. it was a perfect way to spend one of our last nights with all the new friends we've made.


bienvenue a parsons paris!


the blue doors.


the infamous "courtyard".



aka, "the ghetto".


it's a weird picture, but this is the room where i would spend nine hours in.


the sewing machine that nearly killed karisa.


karisa's finished clothing.


there's a bunch of naked people in the foyer....or are they nude?


some vandal adding graffiti to the wall.


represent.


zach and karisa.


zach was giving me a noogie!


robin, karisa, me.


yuna, karisa, allie.


note: the hot pink feather boas on the bar.