There’s something quietly revealing about the spaces we keep – the way books are stacked, the way light falls across a half-made bed, the way a chair is never quite tucked in. This series sits somewhere between portraiture and confession, using interiors not just as backdrops but as emotional mirrors. It’s about the lives we lead behind closed doors, interpreted through texture, silhouette and shadow. Each image is a collaboration – not just between subject and camera, but between memory and mood, fashion and feeling. Clothes drape like second skins, rooms echo with the small details of daily life. A chipped mug says as much as a tailored coat. Identity, here, is not performed but lived – layered into curtains, folded into linens, hiding in plain sight.
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