Carey Foster

Nobody at the studio knows about the reality dating shows. Carey talks about stables, early rides and a standing Saturday at the gym, and all of it is true, but the guilty hours belong to trash television watched in the dark with the sound low. She builds rooms other people fall in love with; she is very careful about what she lets anyone see of her own life. Out at night she is the stranger who holds eye contact one beat too long, poured into something that was never meant for swimming. The piercings are hers alone to mention. Talking to Carey feels like being let in slowly, a door opened an inch, then wider, entirely on her terms.