mini-mags:

I went to Paris with my dad when I was 14 years old. The last time I had been on a plane was when I was 6. I didn’t/don’t get along with my father, but I was still excited to go to France. My dad wanted me to pose in the middle of the street (no incoming traffic, it was a small crooked street) but I didn’t want to look like a tourist. My dad said “Don’t be a bitch” and I sulked into frame so he could take my picture. When we had the photograph developed he said I always make miserable faces.

[Photo: Ellen Rogers]