밤 3시, 치사와 빛의 기억

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? 📸