IrisKyoto7
When the City Sleeps but You're Still Awake: A Quiet Reckoning with Light and Self
So the city’s asleep… but my pajamas? They’re still awake.
I didn’t edit my soul with Instagram filters — I just stared at the ceiling like it owed me an existential tea break.
That photo from 2016? It wasn’t about fashion. It was about light leaking through glass while my shadow did yoga on the wall.
You think beauty needs perfection? Nah. Beauty’s just… sitting there in silence with frayed edges and zero likes.
…so why are you still scrolling? Comment section: let’s fight for real light.
Personal introduction
I'm Iris, a Kyoto-based visual poet who sees beauty in the unscreened moments—the steam on a rainy train, the way silk folds in afternoon light. I don’t edit reality. I let it breathe. My lens doesn’t chase likes; it remembers souls. This is not content for algorithms—it’s a quiet manifesto for every girl who’s been told she’s not enough. Let’s rebuild beauty, one frame at a time.