By Nadia Pflaum
When I walked up on Andy at the Peanut on a recent Sunday night and asked if I could take her picture for our Clothes Whores blog, I thought she'd say no. She seemed shy, despite her attention-grabbing style. But she agreed.
The tattoo on her chest reads Esto Tambien Pasara, or "This Too Shall Pass."
She says, “It’s a pretty good thing to live by.”
She wears all black most of the time, and hand-sews her shirts so they contour her better, tilting to point out a white line of stitching crawling up her side. She alters her pants, too. “I just like my clothes to fit,” she shrugs.
When Andy smiles, something in her front teeth catches the light. It's a ring, pierced through the tiny flap of skin that holds your upper lip to your gums. She calls her piercing a “smiley.” She got it 6 months ago and says it didn’t hurt. I've never seen one before and have to ask whether I've been living in a cave. “It’s not a real common piercing yet,” she tells me. I'm relieved.
She teases and rats her hair out to get it to be big. “It helps if you don’t wash it,” she laughs.
It probably also helps to be really, really cute.