Back in Christmas 1995, my dad’s girlfriend gave my sister and I gift certificates to Glamour Shots. I was 21, my sister almost 19. I happened to have one of the worst haircuts ever (definitely another post dedicated ENTIRELY to that coming soon) and off we went.
Here was the result.
Yes, this was 1996, not 1980. What is up with those mettalic jackets? And why do I look so much older there than I do now?