Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
Please open Telegram to view this post
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Please open Telegram to view this post
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
With πππΏπ, I surrender to the imbalance.
Not simply a second unit chapter it is a quiet unraveling of self, a deliberate lean into the unfamiliar. Here, I'm not seeking symmetry. I'm chasing the sublime tension between elegance and disruption.
Not simply a second unit chapter it is a quiet unraveling of self, a deliberate lean into the unfamiliar. Here, I'm not seeking symmetry. I'm chasing the sublime tension between elegance and disruption.
Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
Draped in black a color not of darkness, but of depth. I step into view, lips painted the shade of instinct and intensity. Crimson.
The world of TILT is constructed from fragments of dream and memory. A porcelain cup holds an egg, untouched a metaphor for potential, for fragility suspended in poise. Lipsticks clash in a vignette of duality the beauty and the bite. Jewelry lies scattered, no longer an adornment but a trace as if something exquisite has already happened, or is about to. Milk spills without apology. Purity, or conformity, tipped over. A lighter flickers with the engraving βtake me too highβ desire captured in metal, waiting to ignite. A spare key, holding a lipstick, dares to suggest that what unlocks us is often aesthetic, intimate, and deeply personal.
The world of TILT is constructed from fragments of dream and memory. A porcelain cup holds an egg, untouched a metaphor for potential, for fragility suspended in poise. Lipsticks clash in a vignette of duality the beauty and the bite. Jewelry lies scattered, no longer an adornment but a trace as if something exquisite has already happened, or is about to. Milk spills without apology. Purity, or conformity, tipped over. A lighter flickers with the engraving βtake me too highβ desire captured in metal, waiting to ignite. A spare key, holding a lipstick, dares to suggest that what unlocks us is often aesthetic, intimate, and deeply personal.
Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
And then there's the horse. Black as the space between stars. Powerful, regal, and unknowable. I ride wih ease, as if the wildness and I have long known each other. The black horse is not chaos it is grace shrouded in mystery. It's the embodiment of the parts of myself I once kept hidden the quiet storm, the shadow of wonder, the beauty I no longer dim.
Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
βTILTβ world slightly off-center, beautifully skewed, where nothing is entirely still, yet everything has meaning. It is my artistic axis shifting away from perfection, toward vulnerability. It is the moment where elegance stumbles and becomes something more human. More honest.
Forwarded from μ¬κΈ° | RED VELVET'S SEULGI.
Into risk, into the unknown. Iβve let go of balance, of symmetry, of linear storytelling. And in return, Iβve found something richer: a new form of expression, a language without rules, a voice that trembles but never breaks.
So step into this tilted world with me. Let the symbols speak. Let the silence hum. Let the elegance distort. Let the mystery rise slowly, deeply, deliberately.
So step into this tilted world with me. Let the symbols speak. Let the silence hum. Let the elegance distort. Let the mystery rise slowly, deeply, deliberately.