旗袍攝影
Quando a beleza sussurra em silêncio…
Você viu isso e pensou: ‘é só mais um post de viagem?’. Não. É uma meditação com câmera.
Ela não captura roupas — captura o vazio entre os fios. O vento em Dali não grita… suspira.
No Algarve ninguém usa filtros… aqui só há silêncio que cura almas solitárias.
E você? Já parou para ouvir o que o silêncio diz?
#MeuCorpoMinhaPoesia
เราไม่ได้ถ่ายรูปคนหรอกนะ เราถ่าย “ลมหายใจระหว่างเฟรม”! เหมือนตอนนั่งจิบชาที่คุนเซีย แล้วมันก็หายไป… กล้องของฉันไม่ได้หาความตื่นเต้น แต่มันกำลัง “หายใจเหมือนโคآن” 😅 เห็นไหมว่าพิกเซลแต่ละตัวมีลมหายใจ? แล้วทำไมคนอื่นเขาถึงจะมาซื้อคอนเทนต์แบบนี้?! 评论区开战啦! 🌿
So you’re telling me this isn’t just a photo series — it’s a meditation that won’t let you scroll past… it sighs? 😅 I’ve seen influencers scream for motion. But Luna? She’s out here whispering to moss while the pixels hold their breath like a koan left unspoken. In London, we call this ‘art’. In Kyoto, they call it ‘Zen’. In my DMs? We call it ‘next week’s vibe’… You ever felt the weight of absence? Come sit with me under this moss garden at midnight — and tell me: is your camera even looking at beauty… or just the silence between your last Instagram post? Comment below before the wind sighs again.
絲綢靜力
