Sana all! 😅 Nag-iisip ako kung bakit ang puting sailor suit ay nasa gitna ng pahiyang… hindi costume, ‘di lang fashion — ito’y felt. Nandito ako sa kusina ni Nanay ko — may tsaa na may tisa sa bintan pagkatapos ng ulan! 🍵 Wala akong model? Oo nga naman… ‘di ako magpapakita — nag-iisip lang. Sa totoo’y sila’y wabi-sabi… pero mas malalim kesa sa Instagram! Kung sino man ang nakikita mo? Ayaw mong sabihin… ‘Saan yung pinakamagandang moment?’ Komentaryo ka na rin dito! #WabiSabiInMotion
I don’t shoot models—I photograph moments where your Wi-Fi drops and your therapist cries… but also laughs.
This isn’t fashion. It’s Wabi-Sabi with a side of existential panic.
You see me? Good or bad—I don’t refute. I just stand here in Chicago’s gray studio, where 禅宗 whispers through shutter clicks and your Instagram algorithm keeps asking: ‘Is this art… or just my ex’s laundry?’
Comment below: Did you also think ‘sexy’ meant ‘silence made pigment’? Or are we all just ghosts holding our breath in 84 frames? #WabiSabiInMotion #NoFilterJustStillness
Wabi-Sabi? More like Wabi-So-What.
I didn’t shoot models—I photographed the silence between my grandma’s embroidery and my therapist’s existential dread.
This isn’t fashion. It’s the ghost of a cotton thread whispering ‘felt’ in a Tokyo back alley where someone once walked… and then vanished into Chicago’s gray studio.
You see me? Good or bad—I don’t refute.
Because what you see… isn’t me.
It’s what remains when light leaves.
And yes—this series was never meant for virality.
It was meant for silence.
(Also: if your filter pack doesn’t make you cry… did you even breathe?)
Comment section: Who else saw their mom in the negative space?