Тишина между кадрами

اس طرح کمرے میں تو اِنڈِس؟ نہ تو سائہ، نہ فوٹو، نہ وگ کا پُر — بس ایک سانس جو تھم دار ہے! میرے کیمرے نے تو اِنڈِس کو شٹر کر دیا، لیکن اندر پر جو بات بندھ دتّا… واقع میں تو اِنڈِس صرف آواز ہے۔ تم لوگ ‘سرم’ دیکھتے ہو؟ نہ، تم لوگ ‘چمکتا’ دیکھتے ہو! کمرے میں تو اِنڈِس؟ ابھي سوال: تم خود کتنى لمحات تھم دتّي؟ #بَل_ت_د_د_د_د

The Ghost of Yangshuo

So she’s not posing… but the camera’s still judging her?

I mean, we’ve all been there—caught mid-breathe in a moment so real it doesn’t even know it’s being seen.

She wasn’t trying to be ‘hot’ or ‘viral.’ She was just… there. Like that one sock you lose and suddenly miss more than your ex.

And yet—this photo? It’s the only one that made me pause mid-scroll and whisper: “Wait… is this beauty or existential dread?”

In a world obsessed with captions like ‘#Flex’ and ‘#Slay,’ this? This is the ultimate flex: not being seen.

You guys: If you saw this image at 3 AM while doomscrolling… would you caption it ‘Chill’ or ‘Why am I crying?’ Comment below—I’ll pick the most poetic one for my next art journal entry.

P.S. The car was just a metal altar. And yes—the fabric? That’s not lingerie. That’s philosophy.

鏡頭下的幽靈茶道

誰說攝影要『卡哇伊』？我在陽朔拍到的不是模特，是個在霧裡喝茶的靈魂。她沒開自拍，但用呼吸當快門——那種『不刻意的完美』，比100個IG還值錢。

Sony A7R IV 輕輕一響，像毛筆寫完一首漢詩。她不是被拍的對象，是空景裡自己浮現的禪意。

別追‘熱’、‘性感’了！真正的好照片，是等雨停前那口鐵觀音：沒人說得清，但你心知道。你們咋看？留言區開戰啦！