portraits

i used to hate going to olan mills when it was time to go get the family portrait done. it always seemed so vanilla. especially the one year i had an afro (okay, that was more than one year) and i had just had surgery to correct my lazy eyes (yes, plural), and my eyeballs were still bloody from the operation. mom felt bad for me so she got me an outfit complete with a flower vest and a thin tie for the pictures, and we went and got photos done at olan mills.
with a flower vest.
and bloody eyes.
and a thin tie.
and an afro.

jasmine and ladan, sharing a sisterly moment.


jasmine and my dad. dad is the silently reflective type of guy.


uncle pirouz. i have only met him once in my life so far, but he has left a lasting impression on me.



ladan, jasmine, and my hero and best friend, mom.