About
As an Asian American and an identical twin, Keira Krishnaiah constantly explores her identity through the magic of photography. She values the power of photography in connecting with her community and advocating for her passions towards social justice. She is fascinated by light and the intersection between art and activism. With every photograph, her voice has gotten louder and louder. She approaches her work through a balance between playfulness, challenge, color, and subtly. Her photographs merge other people’s perceptions with a twist of the truth: a look in the eyes, a hint of light, or a shadow. She views her work as an evolution of the viewer’s perspective as she simultaneously evolves her own.
Personal Branding:
A once dull and listless pooch now shines with the brilliance of a recently cleaned pinball machine — unknowingly showcasing a rescued sense of neon.
Styling:
Known for his sweetness, this dog shakes himself awake with a gentle groan and cranes his loaf-like head towards the fox with a quizzical bent.
Couples & Groups
As they lock eyes, what world they know is flipped completely towards the southern sky, and the pool ushers them swiftly over the edge of the horizon’s curve.
Hi!
About Me
The fox and the dog free-fall off the edge into nothing, which is to say, they were fine. Landing promptly on the other side of the world, they look up into what is somehow a giant hand, impossibly looking back at them. The hand bends toward them without beckoning, and the dog and fox survey their new landscape, the under-pool — or their second world. Flat, gleaming, and forever, this place serves as a canvas for whatever happens next. The mother of all creation in one single moment, this hand.
Love, One of the twins
“Twin A” and “Twin B.” Fresh into the world, my sister and I were separated by one thing: a single letter. Growing up, we discovered another similarity: a longing to be recognized as individuals. We craved to no longer be seen in terms of each other and known as “the twins.” As identical twins, this battle is fought in vain because of our appearances, a binding knot that secures us as a pair. We’re, well, “identical.” And, of course, everyone’s favorite challenge. “That one has a freckle!” It’s exhausting and frustrating. Does the freckle, the microscopic one I now justify as mine, define me? Through shadows, reflections, and darkness, I aim to portray the battle for oneself under the haze of what others see. You do not need to prove yourself to anyone but you.