They said ‘What if beauty had a voice?’ I said: it whispers… and takes selfies.

I don’t photograph people—I photograph the silence between their last breaths.

My camera doesn’t have autofocus—it has soulful focus. Color? Drowns meaning.

No kids. No likes. Just me, my MFA, and a ghost that remembers skin before it forgets itself.

You won’t find this on Instagram. You’ll find it—in the quiet where your exhale becomes poetry after midnight.

So… when was the last time beauty didn’t scream? Comment below—or just whisper back.