When I think of being 12, I remember Stephanie. I remember Alanis Morissette, her mom’s maroon Ford Windstar, and our obsession with cornflakes. I remember liking the same boy, crying endlessly when Rose said to Jack, “I’ll never let go,” and sleep overs galore. It was so fun to photograph you 15 years later Baba. Grazi.
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