Class is back in session—except we burned the syllabus, raided the uniform closet, and replaced the faculty with a cast of rebellious icons. Shot in an abandoned middle/high school that’s seen better centuries, this gallery is pure AntiPretty anarchy: loud, moody, and gloriously unsupervised.
Peeling walls. Broken chalkboards. Sunlight filtering through shattered windows like a judgmental hall monitor. We couldn’t have asked for a better setting. This place had real “you’re not supposed to be here” energy—and that’s exactly why we were.
Every room, stairwell, and long-forgotten desk became a stage for controlled chaos. Classroom crushes, locker room glam, and one very cursed gymnasium all made an appearance. It’s nostalgia, but with better hair and worse behavior.
Somewhere in this chaos, a yellow varsity cheer theme emerged. Cheer skirts, jackets, and dangerously bouncy energy appeared mid-shoot like a hallucination from a punk rock pep rally. School spirit? Sure. But make it suspicious.
Other looks varied wildly—fishnets, combat boots, chokers, chains, eyeliner thick enough to qualify as vandalism. It’s less “What are you wearing to class?” and more “What are you wearing to destroy the patriarchy in algebra?”
This isn’t a school-themed shoot. It’s a full-blown exorcism of every awkward memory, every dress code violation, every crush, every hallway power trip—and we made it hot.
It’s about reclaiming the place that told you to “blend in” and leaving behind a legacy of eyeliner smudges, cracked tiles, and deeply confused ghosts of principals past.
