supervisor came in to dump the developer and lock the doors at six. In the winter, when you go outside at six oâclock itâs already dark. Icy air freezes all the traces of chemicals in your hair.
The first time Izzy and I really spoke outside the darkroom was on the first day of class earlier this summer, when Benji paired the two of us up for an icebreaker assignment. We had to photograph each other and do interviews.
The picture Izzy took of me ended up being not very good. She thought it would be interesting to photograph me alone in a classroom. It was a good idea in theory, but in reality, the room looked washed out and I looked like I was posing, but Iâm not supposed to be posing, so itâs awkward.
My picture of Izzy turned out really well. I had her lean against this metal door in the hallway by the girlsâ bathroom in the back of our school. I chose that spot because the light back there is amazing. Itâs one of those spots where, if you go there in the middle of the day, everythingâeven the thick swarms of dust in the airâis illuminated. Light bounces off the adjacent white wall and makes the whole space glow. In the photo, the light seems to emanate from Izzy herself.
The funny thing is, nobody ever uses that bathroom because it smells and the sink is permanently stained. But in the photo, lots of things got erased. Photography is powerful thatway. If you want it to be, it can be the best liar in the world.
When I interviewed Izzy, I learned that she dyed her hair for the first time in fourth grade, and that she let her cousin pierce her ears. I learned that her mother is a fashion designer from Algeria and her father is an architect. Her favorite food is dumplings and her favorite movie is
Heathers
. Also, I learned that, like me, Izzy wants to go to art school next year.
Izzy learned that Iâm an only child and that my mother once danced ballet at Lincoln Center. Also, thatâs when she learned that my father is an artist.
Now, walking down the street with her, Iâm aware this is the first time weâve been alone together outside of photo.
âSo, you and Phaedra are best friends?â I ask.
âBasically,â Izzy says. âI mean, I have a lot of best friends. Most of my best friends graduated already.â
âOh really?â I ask. âLike who?â
âI was really close with a lot of people two years ahead of us,â she says. âLike Madison Mills and that whole group. Reeny and Wyatt and Noah and all them. I wish that our grade was like that. Thereâs no one exciting in our grade.â
Noah. Would I go up in Izzyâs esteem if I told her what happened with us? Or down?
âAnyway, to answer your question, yes, Phaedra is probably my best friend in the city,â Izzy continues before I get the chance. âIâm really close with her whole family, too. I went with them to Italy during winter break last year. It was amazing.â
âThat sounds amazing,â I say. âPhaedra is so mysterious.â
âPssshhh.â Izzy scoffs. âEveryone treats her like sheâs madeof porcelain or something. But sheâs totally not. Sheâs actually really regular.â
âShe is?â I ask.
âI know it can be hard to tell because sheâs kind of reserved or whatever,â Izzy explains. âPeople always think sheâs a snob or something, but sheâs actually just shy.â
What I want to say is
Why in the world would Phaedra Bishop have any reason to be shy?
But instead, I say, âThat makes sense.â
âBut I also made some really good friends at RISD last summer,â she says. âI did their precollege program and I became friends with all these amazing kids who live in Boston and all over. I think those people are kind of my real best friends.â
âTheir summer program looked fun,â I say, faking a casual, indifferent tone. The truth is,