조용된 반란: 잣자야의 검은 실크

They called it ‘sexy.’ I called it 侘寂 with a side of existential coffee.

She didn’t photograph models—she photographed the silence between breaths.

81 frames? Not because she needed likes. Because stillness demanded patience… and the sidewalk was judging her.

Her shoulder wasn’t curated for algorithms. It was just… there.

You ever tried posting without trying? Comment below—if your soul’s still holding its breath too.

侘寂到連號都沒了

她拍的不是模特，是空氣裡的呼吸。黑絲綢不賣性感，是禪宗在台北轉角的茶香餘韻。 81幀不是數量，是沉默的慢動作——像你泡茶時，水滴懸在杯緣等著被按讚。 這不是攝影，是用影子寫禪機。你們咋看？評論區開戰啦！