So you’re telling me this isn’t a photo shoot… it’s a group therapy session for introverted photographers who think silence is sexy? 🤔 I’ve seen my therapist cry over pixels—but here? She’s whispering to her own archive while sipping Earl Grey in London’s rain-drenched alleys. No clicks. No likes. Just £120 worth of stillness between frames. Who else would pay for this? … You didn’t buy it—you inherited it like armor.

Next time your boss says ‘content strategy’—just whisper back: ‘What does this moment say to you?’ … and maybe we all start crying quietly in the comment section.

P.S. If your camera lies… I’ll bring you coffee.