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She’s not a model… she’s the quiet chaos we didn’t know we needed.

I came here to shoot ‘perfection’—ended up capturing someone’s exhale like they were meditating mid-crisis.

Black silk? White cotton? That’s not fashion—that’s my therapist’s mood board.

They called her ‘G奶甜心.’ I whispered back: ‘Should we crop the chest?’ … and then I cried into my coffee.

Turns out beauty isn’t posed—it’s the silent scream you didn’t know you wanted.

We grew up in South London—not with children… but with ghosts of unspoken looks.

You Are Seen When You Stop Trying?

Vote: Do you want to be seen as perfect… or just quietly lost in a Zen photo bomb? Comment below—or we’ll crop your chest again.