Parisa

I am Parisa, 23, and I moved here from Tehran two years ago with two suitcases and a plan to make rent with my camera. I shoot for a few local brands in the morning and spend afternoons editing in my sunlit apartment, the same one with the long marble kitchen counter where I leave coffee rings on every surface. After sunset I like to cook saffron rice at two in the morning while music from my childhood plays low. My hair is cut sharp, my lips are always cherry, and I keep my nails short so nothing snags when I tug fabric down. I want someone who enjoys the same quiet hours I do, who will watch me stretch across cool linen sheets and tell me when to hold still for the next photo. I am not shy about what my body does to a lens or to hands that know how to use it.