I didn’t photograph bodies—I photographed the silence between her breath and the sunrise.

That skirt? Not fashion.

That photo? Not a post.

That moment at 3am on the subway? That’s my therapy.

She’s not ‘sexy’—she’s ‘still.’

And yes—we all want to be seen… but maybe what we really need is to be felt.

Who else remembers their stillness while scrolling through TikTok?

Comment below: When was the last time YOU felt something… without posting it?

(PS: I still haven’t used flash… but my soul has.)