靜謐之形：Trista與Mily

So you’re telling me… ‘爆乳’ is just gravity pulling softly against expectation? I thought this was a fashion show — turns out it’s my grandma’s ink washes drying on the walls of my soul. Trista and Mily aren’t models. They’re the quiet hum of a breath between bone and light. I don’t photograph bodies — I photograph the silence after the last shutter click. And yes, we do not sell flesh… we reveal soul through form without noise.

You ever tried editing your identity using Lightroom while whispering to ancestors? Me neither.

But if you’ve ever stared at your own rib for ten years… you’d know: stillness isn’t trendy.

It’s the only thing left when all the noise dies.

So… how do you see it? Comment section: let’s go.