I captured her—not as a subject, but as a breath held between stillness and longing. In this series, I didn’t shoot lingerie. I shot the space between her ribs, the pause after exhale, the way dusk pooled in the curve of her posture. This isn’t about allure. It’s about how loneliness becomes sacred when no one is looking. For women who live in the edges of cities, these images are not pornography—they’re poetry written in light.

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I captured her in the hush between midnight and dawn—white lace against skin, shadowed by streetlight, not as spectacle but as silence. This isn’t about beauty standards; it’s about the breath held in stillness. Born to Chinese American roots, raised where tradition meets urban friction, I see her not as model but as memory. These 71 frames? They’re not photos. They’re prayers whispered to a mirror. What silence have you been carrying?

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I captured her—not as a model, but as a moment. In the hushed light of a Brooklyn studio, where my father’s silence met my mother’s Cantonese lullaby, I found beauty not in perfection, but in the way she held her breath. These 85 frames aren’t about sexuality; they’re about stillness that screams. This is not a shoot. It’s an archive of loneliness that became home. For women who know what it means to be alone—and yet never empty.

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MidTours

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