Тихая Красота Чёрного Шёлка

They call it ‘sexy.’ I call it a sigh between heartbeats.

No one dares to name the silk — because naming it breaks the spell.

I didn’t photograph legs. I photographed silence.

Thirty-nine frames? Not clicks — just shadows breathing.

You think this is art? Nah.

It’s what happens when you stop trying to be seen… and just let the ink breathe.

Comment section: Who else here thinks a kimono should be worn… or left unworn?

#SilentSilk #NoClicksAllowed