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STOP the Violence! | by +Krisandra

I am proud to call the East Atlanta Village home. I have lived here for 4 years. My boyfriend works there. I eat there. I work out there. I shop there. Friends and family visit me there. But, recently home has been an unsettling place. A place where sometimes I now feel nervous.

Yes, I know I live in Atlanta. Yes, I know its a “big city”. Yes, I know bad people live here. But, I have never really felt any of that in the East Atlanta Village. It was almost like our close knit community was in a safe bubble. I never had any fears walking to my car at night after leaving from having dinner or hanging out at the pub having some drinks with friends. It wasn’t until months ago my boyfriend started telling me about what was really happening in the village. The jewelry store beside his work was robbed, a lady was held up at the bus stop in front of his work, a lady was assaulted and mugged walking to her car, and so on and so forth. My community had become violent.

Then we come to Saturday, May 25th on the corner of May Ave and Flat Shoals Ave. Patrick Cotrona is murdered. Murdered walking to the pub with friends. This could have been me


I didn’t know Patrick personally, but as so many of us in the community feel, we really did know him. Just like we knew everyone who attended the vigil for Patrick and rally to STOP the violence this past Friday. Demanding the changes that have been asked for such as working street lights and police presence. The community gathered wearing yellow because “no one wears yellow”. Some of the speakers included Natalyn Archibong, an EAV resident who represents District 5 on Atlanta City Council, Kevin Spigener, President of the East Atlanta Community Association, Lauren Janis, East Atlanta Business Association. Some neighbors met one another for the first time and as letters to Patrick were written the community stood as one to let the criminals know who the East Atlanta Village belongs to!












The community came together with a simple message to STOP the violence. Luminaries with messages of love, hope, and faith lined the street to light up what was  so dark on the night Patrick took his last walk. Since Patrick’s murder I have been stopped at a police check point twice. And I will gladly continue to stop until the shooter has been found. Until the violence has stopped. Until I feel comfortable again.


My thoughts are with the Cotrona family and everyone else affected by the violence.


The mayor, Kasim Reed, has offered a reward for any information.


Thread Count | by +Krisandra

When I headed out to Thread Count Saturday afternoon I wasn’t aware of what was really happening. I attended the event thinking it was going to be like a mini Indie Craft Experience event that I usually attend throughout the summer. Cool jewelry, King of Pops, art, interesting people, Tex’s Taco food truck, funky clothing, FREE Pbr… this is what I was expecting. This is what I was told. And this is what I got until I started asking questions.




Street vending is illegal in Atlanta?! Now somewhere sometime I got busy and missed this memo. But, with events like pop up shops inside other stores and the Indie Craft Experience. I guess I didn’t put much thought into it… until today. My eyes are open!





Atlast Clothing was the backdrop for the market event. Atlast, being private property, is unregulated by the city. (Nice one guys!) Creative Comp Cards is a “directory of artists, musicians, designers globally you should know connecting social networks for the independent artist with an indie budget.” (Very cool.) All combined you have an afternoon of shopping, food, beer, and awesome people. (Score!)




Hats off to Creative Comp Cards and Atlast Clothing for bringing together an event like Thread Count. Well played.


Work and Life Balance | by +Krisandra

Have you ever been so wrapped up in something that everything else just seemed to ….Disappear.


Something like a new companion, school, a project, or WORK? Everything else like family, friends, but mostly YOU? Where you don’t realize what day of the week it is you just know what you have to do that particular day because the calendar says so. Where you can’t seem to remember when the last time you talked to your friend actually was. Where you can’t remember if you answered that text message. When you are at a red light and suddenly remember you had better cook that chicken that has been marinating in the fridge or it WILL go bad.

This is where I am. RIGHT NOW.


This past weekend was busy for me. I auditioned for a television commercial, I photographed a family at the Atlanta fair, I snuck into an abandoned building and finally did a shoot that I had been planning for months, I spoke at a photography workshop, I even photographed a sideshow event. But, you know what else happened? I heard (more than once I might add) from friends, “Where have ya been? Why don’t we talk anymore”.



Mark (I thought was joking) said a while ago that the only time friends get to see him is if they are at the event he is photographing. He wasn’t joking. While I can sit here and justify it to myself that this is a good thing, it really isn’t. Yes, this means I am working hard at mastering my craft. Yes, this means I finally feel like I am in a good place with my photography career. Yes, this means I am producing great images. Yes, this means I am finally doing what I love full time. But… this also means I have neglected friends, I have neglected my house chores, I am so tired a nap turns to anxiety because I am not sure if it is 6:30 a.m. or p.m. when I awake. I have forgotten ME.

I can balance this! Work and life! Even if it means I have to start putting my friends, chores and ME on my calendar. If that is what it takes, then so be it.

I wouldn’t be where I am today or who I am today without you. I can’t forget who modeled for me before I really knew what I was doing. I can’t ignore the ones who supported me when I was 48 hours straight without sleep because I was working on my portfolio in school. I can’t neglect those who care.

This blog is dedicated to you.