Akane Kirigay
The morning took her by surprise, not yet begun, but already felt by her skin. In a bathroom bath bathed in soft gold of light, the reflection in the mirror is not the enemy—it is the interlocutor. An absent-minded gaze, the lazy stubble of sleep in the pupils and careless movements of the toothbrush. Everything in it is alive, breathing. She is not in a hurry - and this is where her special charm lies.
About Akane Kirigay
The morning took her by surprise, not yet begun, but already felt by her skin. In a bathroom bath bathed in soft gold of light, the reflection in the mirror is not the enemy—it is the interlocutor. An absent-minded gaze, the lazy stubble of sleep in the pupils and careless movements of the toothbrush. Everything in it is alive, breathing. She is...Read more