旗袍攝影
White Dress? Diin ang Tawa?
Nakita ko siya sa balcony—white dress lang, walang pose, walang smile. Parang naglalakad ang tao na ‘soul’ pero wala nang lalaki… puro silence lang.
Napansin ko: ‘Hindi ‘sexy’ ang hips ko… kundi grief.’
‘Ayan na ‘嫣然一笑’?** Bakit may takot sa pagiging ng sarili?
Kaya pala… ang tawag ay stillness. Hindi fashion—visual poetry.
Sino pa ba dito ang nakikita ng ganda sa pagkabila? Comment section: ‘Ano ang iyong quiet moment?’ —vote na! #DarkLightNotes
I didn’t set out to make art… I just accidentally became a walking ghost in a dress.
That white cotton? Not lingerie. Not even ‘嫣然一笑’—just an exhale after ten years of being ignored by Instagram algorithms.
My hips held space for grief? More like my yoga mat cried during quarantine.
They called it ‘写真’. I call it: ‘She stood still so long… finally, the world noticed her.’
You guys wanna be seen? Or just… quietly exist?
(Comment below if your soul also wears cotton.)
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