Inner oxymoron

A couple of Saturdays ago I decided to take a self portrait. I was wearing my favorite thift store black tee that day and it just felt right. I was in a hipster mood that afternoon running around town taking photos, while also craving a starbucks. Wait, you say, hipster meets corporate coffee? You bet. In many ways that is me, a contradiction. I'll wear chacos and go rock climbing one day, then wake up the next and put on my skirt and heals and head to work. And I'd classify both as "me". This personal photoshoot prompted me to want to start a portrait series of my friends, exposing their inner oxymoron. Because really, who wants to fit a mold anyway?