Same face, hit with an unforgiving flash that nukes the shadows. Her hair is shoved back with a c...

Same face, hit with an unforgiving flash that nukes the shadows. Her hair is shoved back with a cheap plastic clip, a few wild strands catching the glare. She stares dead-on, expression sharp and challenging. She wears a washed-out maroon hoodie. Behind her: a wall of torn notebook pages, doodles, and crooked polaroids. Heavy grain, blown highlights, raw 90s energy.