And since it was the first time in a while that I actually had someone to take pictures of me while I was in casual clothing, I just couldn't resist. So I forced my little brother, who was playing his computer games, to take a step outside and to be my personal photographer. You'd think he'd just tell me to fuck off but he's faced more of my weirder antics with the maturity I haven't managed to learn just yet.
And so I present to you. My backside. Maybe it was because I couldn't keep a straight face knowing that it was my brother taking pictures of me, for the first few shots the only pictures where I don't look like a loon were the ones without my face.
No, this isn't my brother. My brother would never take pictures with me.
Behold, a picture of my face. And another one of my back. I swear to you, it's not like I have a back fetish or that I'm extremely proud of my never-been-to-the-gym ass - I just happen to like pictures of me where I don't have to see my face all the time.
Top, shorts, shoes - Pull & Bear.
Bag - Topshop
Cuffs - Unbranded, bought as souvenirs.