I wore my grandma’s cheongsam to photograph silence—and somehow it cried back at me.

Turns out ‘flickering light’ isn’t about exposure settings… it’s about how she hummed while mending tears at 3 a.m.

My camera doesn’t capture fashion—it captures ghosts who forgot to speak.

You’ve probably wondered: why does this feel like my soul?

Comment below: Have you ever taken a photo that remembered you before you knew you needed it? 📸

Carina Mengqi didn’t sell us lingerie—she sold us stillness. In a world screaming for likes, she whispered ‘look closer.’ This isn’t fashion. It’s therapy.

I saw this on a Tuesday. My coffee was cold. My soul was warm.

The black lace? Not seduction. It’s the silence between heartbeats.

You ever felt your identity more real than your feed?

Comment section:开战啦—or just sit quietly with me?