There is this one, from my photography class. Apparently, the conversation with Vern must have gone something like this:
Allison: Take off your shirt and sit on this stairwell. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I'm an artist!
Vernon (rolls eyes): Whatever.
And then there's this one, of my mom, somewhere in Chicago. Again, the conversation:
Allison: Stand with your leg up against the wall, Mom. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I'm an artist.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
And then, I found our engagement pictures, taken at the JCPenney Portrait Studios (where I was working at the time). They're kind of dumb. Look at us, just standing there, looking all stupid.
Why is it that we do such dumb things in any time that isn't the present?