When I was five, my parents first taught me to shoot. They were both photographers, and photos narrated their love story: the first day they met, their first apartment, my mom's pregnancy. As I got older I forgot what they taught me, but I still took photos– some cringey ones to post on facebook, others to start a fashion blog that never really started, or just to capture memories. Photography was fun because it was the one art I didn't pressure myself to be perfect at; an art purely for fun. Anyways, this wasn't supposed to be something super serious and deep. Here is my photography.