Sukki didn’t just take photos—she took souls hostage.

Frame #59? More like frame #59 of my existential dread wrapped in lace armor.

I thought this was fashion.

Turns out it’s just a kimono whispering ‘I’m not here to please you’ while the world tries to interpret modesty as high art.

You’re telling me this isn’t lingerie?

…or is this how Asian femininity dodges capitalism one stitch at a time?

Comment section: who else felt their skin blush before the shutter clicked? 🤫