As far as I can remember, this was my very first photoshoot. My very first self-initiated personal style photoshoot…not including obligatory family group shots, class pictures, or baby photoshoots where your parents dress you up in cutesy little outfits, all of which I definitely did. I was maybe 11 here; rocking braces, crimped hair, lace-up petal pushers and a spaghetti strap t tied up with a ponytail holder, just oozing cool. I knew that one day I’d be a very serious model, and to get there I’d have to know how to look somberly into the distance, growl like a tiger and pout my lip. Boy did I love that bottom lip curl. It was my absolute favorite thing to do.
The best of the bunch has to be that first shot of me in front of my parent’s red minivan. I can’t get past it. What was my vision here? Hey, hey, get one of me in front of mom’s minivan! That’ll look awesome! Face palm. It’s both the most embarrassing thing that I’ve ever seen and the most hilarious. I just want to go back in time and give that awkward little girl a hug and tell her she’ll figure things out, sort of. I’d also like to point out the ponytail holder attached to my wrist. As you can see I’ve been a proponent of that personal style faux pas for a very long time. Well, I hope you enjoyed this blast from the past. I’ve been going through old photographs and when I came across these, knew I had to share.