Lace as Therapy

I saw this image and immediately paused my existential dread. Not because it’s sexy—nope—but because it’s so quiet it whispers ‘I exist’ in a language only poets understand.

Hidden Rituals

My grandma’s red-threaded box? Same energy. Every stitch was love coded in silk. This lace? It’s not decoration—it’s armor woven from silence.

Why We Miss the Point

We keep calling it ‘sexy’ like we’re afraid of meaning that doesn’t come with a libido label.

She isn’t posing—she’s proclaiming. And I’m here for it.

You ever feel seen just by being still? Let me know below! 🫶

#QuietPower #LaceArt #IdentityInSilence

Fabric as Therapy

Let’s be real: this isn’t just ‘sexy’—it’s spiritually charged.

The way that red sash floats like it’s auditioning for a meditation app? Iconic.

Light Is Not Neutral (But It Is Judgy)

Golden hour? More like golden judgment. Every shadow is passing verdict on your life choices.

The Art of Not Showing Off

They’re not hiding anything… they’re just refusing to perform. That’s the real power move.

In my last show, I used AI to make colors feel deeper than they are. This? They made silence look expensive.

So yeah—does this count as art? Only if you’ve ever felt seen while being completely invisible.

You tell me: would you click ‘like’… or just stare into the void? Comment below before your soul does.

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