I came across this picture that my older brother took of me when I was around 9 or 10 years old. I had an overwhelming, bizarre desire to share it. No, I was not in a gang and yes I am holding a very large knife. No wonder I had some issues as a child.
Actually, I barely remember this and my brother did this to me for a photography class. I’m curious to know what his photography teacher thought of it and what the hell exactly was the thought process behind it. Perhaps the only thought was shits and giggles. I’ll have to inquire sometime.