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Introducing...
Gabriella Varga
Making her Fem V Friday debut, Gabriella Varga! Older sister to Antonio Varga; crush of young Jackie Welles.
Gabriella wasn't supposed to stick around. I needed to test some refits on Hyst's body mods, but didn't have an OC that used them. In the past if I needed pics, I clicked the random generator in Character Creator a few times until I got a face that struck me. Gabriella appeared just as she's shown now, minus some piercings, tattoos, and makeup, and suddenly Tony had a sister.
It's fitting that her brother Tony was the first character who stuck around like that. He told me his story almost immediately though I haven't shared a lot of it yet sorry lmao. Gabriella hasn't told me much of her story, just the tiny thread that will connect her to Val via Travis. But that's the fun of it, right? I get to figure out the rest as we go along.
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Your girlfriend enters the room, takes your hand and pulls you away from the TV, and throws you on the bed. She then leans over on top of you, while you catch a glint of light hitting something metallic that runs along her long, slender neck...
She's wearing a necklace, and its hidden under her shirt. But you already know what the charm looked like, since you saw it numerous times...
Because...
You instantly recognize the chain she's wearing. It was a gift from your grandparents, and you've had it for years, never thinking it would be worn. They've long since passed away, and you've been keeping it as a momento ever since. But now, she found it thinking you hidden your treasured momento while you were out one day.
And now, she's wearing it. Under her shirt! She now notices what you're looking at, as she tugs at her shirt, looks in there, and gives a sly smile.
"Don't worry, I'll treasure and protect it. But you're never getting it back. Ever. It's mine now." she says, slowly sitting back up, and begins to seductively tug at her shirt until it covers the front of her neck, so that the collar of her shirt resembles a turtleneck. Your momento is now buried under her shirt, one that you'll never see, or hold again. But she leans over you once more, and her shirt slips down, once again revealing her long, slim neck, and the chain she's seductively hiding under her thick shirt.
Your heart begins to beat faster, and you start to feel the bulge in your pants grow, since this is your first time seeing your girlfriend look like this in, forever. Her slim, slender long neck, the lines etched deep into her long neck. And the necklace tucked deep under her shirt. You got to admit she looks hot looking like that... as she adjusts the necklace so that you only saw one of the chain, and you already know how long it was.
But at the same time, you start to worry about your momento that's now buried under your girlfriend's t shirt.
Your grandparents' momento they handed down to you. That they bought long before you were born...
And now, she won't give it back anymore...
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✧ CLOSE UP, CLICK ME !
⊹ characters : kaveh, baizhu, ayato, childe, kaeya ( separate )
⊹ synopsis : he loves taking good pictures of you [ drabbles ]
⊹ warnings : [ex]plicit, public, photography, slight obsession, modern au ( all )
⊹ female reader (afab, she/ her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read, you can blame my friend for this one
⊹ KAVEH
he’s such a nice guy. so nice, so sweet, everyone thinks so.
no, not that shirt— yes! that color looks so good on you! — well, everyone also think’s he’s such a fashionista. and as your “good friend,” or so he claims, he always loves to see your outfits. send a pic, please! — he’ll keep begging and begging. seemed normal enough, honestly. he’ll just rate your outfits for concerts, for parties, for coffee outings, you name it. and he gave good advice, too. sweet guy, took you shopping many times and hyped you up in the dressing rooms.
would it be cute to wear skimpy clothing? he’ll ask you that a lot because apparently, he certainly thinks so. every time you head to the dressing room at a store he’ll call wait! and add something akin to an incredibly revealing shirt or bottom wear. you’ll try it on — everyone trusts his fashion advice after all. he insists to come in the dressing room with you. ah — to help button zipper up your dresses, of course! and to not waste any time. he laughs these answers off like you’re silly for even asking.
it’s one time when you’re texting him about a concert outfit you’re planning. the tight pink sheer top, he tells you, would be so perfect. you tried it on at the store one time with him but never bought it — you forgot what it looks like. perhaps he had a picture? he says he’ll send it. until he sends… he stumbles in text. ah, he didn’t mean to send that image of you still changing in your undergarments — that was in the store dressing room. um, yeah, he took that by accident, here’s the real picture of the pink top. no, no, he totally doesn’t save all those photos of you.
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⊹ BAIZHU
this operating table was so cold, you think to yourself.
hm, i’ve never seen a condition like this before — that was what he said. there’s a curious sting in his voice, but it’s not like you can ever tell. a sharp breath hits your shoulder, and you wince. his aura feels ghostly as you stare up at the doctor’s room ceiling; you’re only in undergarments for this examination. he doesn’t say any more, not even offering up procedures or an explanation. he simply removes his gloves, and he touches you.
his hands pushing down the dips of your collarbone to “check your muscles”; his fingers curving down your waist to “feel for discomfort”; his digits pressing at your thighs to “document skin condition” — you were almost too fearful to move even a centimeter. it’s so silent. you hear him open his mouth again.
allow me to document this for future reference — what? click! and a flash — he quickly apologizes with shaky breaths, apparently he forgot to turn off flash, sorry if that startled you! the camera appears right below your nose to capture your neck, and you feel his fingers grip your chin to tilt it up. click! just one more picture, he promises. the doctor is anything but decent when his hand grips at your thigh and pulls it to the side, and you can practically feel it shaking when he — click! — grins with his camera between your legs.
☁️ —
⊹ AYATO KAMISATO
high end fashion modeling opportunity, you just had to take it.
the ceo is a young man, who would’ve thought. he looks so professional, so modest with his suit to resemble nothing below a gentleman. his smile is simple when he greets you, but they’re tried and almost dead, and you almost can’t see the color in them. he markets for a business-casual clothing vision, and he tells you he “hates small talk,” as he rambles on and on about the most random things while the tailors get you dressed up.
oh, would you like some water? — ah, that color is nice, no, no, the shorter one— what was i saying? he changes topics so fast. it feels weird when he stands back the whole time to scan your body up and down, though maybe this was how it worked…? he doesn’t even hide his eyes landing in certain areas, and he isn’t shy to pick the tighter or shorter option. pencil skirt, strapless high heels, sheer stockings, parted top.
he pulls out his phone to take pictures for, um… his manufacturing team, right, right! he grins so awkwardly when he tells you this. he gets real close to take a picture of the end of your skirt — he quickly says for the material of the stockings and the thickness of the skirt, of course, of course! he takes another picture of the parting slit in your blouse — for length, he laughs it off. he runs a hand across his forehead, he’s sweating. he’s nervously tapping his foot and licking his chapped lips until he excuses himself rather awkwardly, fleeing the room.
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⊹ TARTAGLIA
he loves his motorbike so much; calls it his baby. he’s so cringe about it, too. he’s got an instagram account for it.
people like pictures of hot girls with a bike next to them, right? — he laughs it off so loud and casual. dorky, biggest grin on his face, a forever smile even when he picks you up under your arms so easily to put you on the seat of the bike. he just uses his phone to take the pictures. but he’s so so attentive with his bike — kneeling just for good shots and angles. but he’s so loud. calling to arch your back a certain way, to sit with your legs spread on the seat — oh, oh, put your hands at the center to cover yourself!
he wants it flashy, he wants it fun looking. he’s so touchy when he needs a certain shot that he will walk up just to move your body himself. so loud, so handsy — he’ll grab your thighs with his large hands — he’ll say to spread them justttt like that, baby. and immediately afterwards, he’ll compliment you in ways that make you freeze. so so so so touchy, he’ll compliment your hips on the photo and will move just to pat them. he’ll say your back curved so nicely with the bike as he runs his finger down your spine. what a nice guy, is all you think, even when he reaches to press a thumb to your lips when he compliments the color.
when you’re all done, he’s giddy posting it to his instagram. like the pics, like the pics! — his excitement has so much pride. when you scroll through they’re exactly what you expected. all tame, all fun looking, he’s hyping up his bike. he’s grinning wildly in his seat next to you, even when he slides to the left to add a temporary story to promote his new post. and, oh, he quickly excuses himself to use the restroom. maybe it isn’t right, but curiosity kills you to peer over his phone when the instagram options look like wayyy more photos than you actually took. spam pictures — zoom-ins you didn’t even realize he did. photos of the middle of your tight shorts rubbed right against his leather seats. quick snaps of your bra peeking from atop your shirt, your thighs on his bike; you pretend not to look when he comes back all flustered.
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⊹ KAEYA ALBERICH
newly hired photographer today. a rookie, they say.
he’s a cool guy. really chill, incredibly relaxed even in a high-end photoshoot like this. he’s not even bothered by the chaos of models running around nude. the brand is known for selling underwear after all, he says every time to just shrug it off. but this is a big celebrity collab — you and the company. apparently he’s a “huge fan” of your modeling.
his shots look stunning, and he’s so cool and confident during the shoot. he keeps saying he’s a really really reallyyyy big fan of yours, and you just have to keep nodding it off. you may no mind when he touches you. moving your arm, pulling out your hips, lifting your chin, parting your thighs — it’s all for the sake of the picture. click! but sometimes, he lingers. sometimes, maybe, he didn’t need to put his hand on your breasts to push them up, or he didn’t need to pull at the bottom hem of your underwear.
when the shoot is done, he rushes out. he’s only seen later with his phone close to his face, eyes glued down to the screen, hand scratching at his stomach. he fumbles when you go up to thank him. oh, oh, he’s just a fan — and he’s so honored to be able to have this opportunity — and he loves your professionalism oh so much! when you reach out your hand to shake his, he drops his phone and it’s the most awkward you’ve ever seen him; especially when the screen is dozens upon dozens of imported photos of you — closeups you didn’t even think he would take of your body during the shoot. he quickly apologizes when he goes to pick it up, shaking your hand though he’s trembling when he even looks at you now.
blame KAIRI for this my no.1 enemy who i hate
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Magdalene with the Smoking Flame
[modern! photographer • Aemond x female]
[warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, domination, sexual tension, fluff]
[description: Aemond is a photographer dealing with works referring to the painting of the old masters. His sister poses in class for a girl who catches his attention. He decides that she would be a perfect model for one of his photos. Lots of sexual tension and slowly built fascination.]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
This is Part 2 of story: Girl with a Pearl Earring
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After the exhibition she officially became Aemond's model. He did not explain to her why he made such a decision and why she had to pose for all the photos, but she didn't ask about it. Deep down, for some reason she was excited to be in front of his camera again.
Being a painter and portraying others gave her the feeling of being somewhere behind, in the position of an observer. She could transfer all her thoughts and feelings about the model with a brush to the canvas or board, show her expression and sensitivity to colors and light.
When she was a model, all the more so, she was in the spotlight and had to demonstrate new, previously unknown skills. She also did not hide that she was glad that he was the author of the photos on which she was. After his version of Girl with a Pearl Earring, she decided to trust him completely on this matter.
Aemond wrote to her a few days later and outlined what he had planned. Now he wanted to target the works of George de La Tour, and more specifically his series with the figure of Mary Magdalene.
He created several paintings with her, and Aemond wanted to replicate all of them because they had similar scenery and lighting. All of de La Tour's paintings were based on candlelight, soft and subtle. Aemond wanted to try to recreate a similar effect.
Mary Magdalene's outfit consisted only of a white V-neck blouse and a red skirt, so she sewed them easily for herself. Aemond told her that he would take a mirror from his house and get a skull, artificial of course, but one that would look like a real one.
They met during a break between their classes to work out the details. Aemond wanted to prepare her for the fact that the session would be long and exhausting. She, however, was full of enthusiasm and didn't care at all, much to his satisfaction. They stopped mid-exchange when one of his classmates tapped Aemond on the shoulder.
"Oh, finally I can meet the famous Girl with a Pearl Earring!" Cregan said, extending his hand to her. She smiled and shaked his hand. She recognized that boy and knew that he also did portrait photography. His works was usually black&white and very minimalist.
“Indeed, you have a very photogenic face. I don't think Aemond would mind if I borrowed you for one photo shoot, would he?" He asked with a smile, and she looked at Aemond uncertainly.
He stared at Cregan, his jaw clenched slightly, but he said nothing. Aemond and she didn't sign any contract so she could really do whatever she wanted. She decided she had enough work to do with her paintings. She didn't want to be further distracted.
"Sorry, I haven't finished my paintings yet." She said softly, looking at him apologetically.
"This would be a quick shoot, I promise it won't take you long." He said amused, and Aemond suddenly exploded, apparently losing his patience.
"She told you she had a lot of work to do. What else do you not understand?” He asked, looking at him annoyed. She pursed her lips as she felt the atmosphere change suddenly. Cregan backed away from his reaction.
"I understand. Anyway, have a nice day." He said and continued down the corridor. She looked at Aemond but he looked away, pressing his lips together. She thought he regretted his outburst.
After he presented her photo in an exhibition, there were a lot of rumors about how she got herself a place with the dean's son. The girls Aemond had been in the year with had the most gossip. Neither she nor he brought up the subject, but they knew that everyone around them thought they were sleeping together.
He cleared his throat loudly, apparently returning to his neutral, cool state, and looked at her. His gaze softened a bit.
"See you on Tuesday."
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She came to the studio ahead of time knowing he'd be there. Aemond gave her a surprised look, he was setting up a still life for her to sit and pose with.
"I'm not done yet, you'll have to wait." He said quickly, putting the mirror in the right position, staring at the print on the table. She walked over to him with a smile.
"I came early to help you." She explained, taking the candlestick in her hands. Aemond accepted her company without a word, and the two of them reached for more items and set them down, stepping back once in a while to see what it looked like.
“The candle in the painting is thick but short. To keep the composition right I bought a similar one, but unfortunately we won't have much time to take a good photo before it burns out. I'm afraid an additional light source will be needed."
Once everything was ready she went to get changed. She put on her shirt and skirt, then wrap her belt around her. The shirt had a deep V-neck and puffed sleeves. Because of how the original looked, she decided not to wear a bra underneath. Fortunately, the shirt wasn't transparent and only the outline of her breasts was visible.
She left the room and saw that Aemond had turned off all the lights, leaving only a lit candle. When he saw her, he froze for a moment, looking at her intensely. Her long hair was completely loose.
"Come here. Sit down.” He spoke low and calm as if the atmosphere of the room, the darkness surrounding them and the candlelight gave him a sense of solemnity.
She scurried barefoot across the floor quickly, sitting down in a chair, placing the skull on her thighs. She placed her hands on it as she remembered it was in the painting, and turned her head slightly backwards.
Aemond looked at her and approached her slowly. She inhaled sharply as he lifted his hand and gently turned her cheek, tilting her face away.
"Yes. Stay just like that." He said and she heard the sound of the camera shutter.
"It looks great." He grunted contentedly. He walked over to her again and adjusted the fabric of her skirt to make it fit better. His nearness and his scent made her dizzy.
She flinched as she felt his fingers in her hair. He swung them slowly over her back, running his thumb over her skin, exposing her neck more. She felt her pulse quicken. He didn't take his hand away for a moment, and she couldn't see the expression on his face because of her position.
He finally pulled away and she heard the shutter click of the camera again. Aemond was pleased with the result and said they could move on to the second setup.
She stood up and looked at him uncertainly. Her heart beat uneasily as she saw how dark and gloomy his gaze was. He stared at her, standing in the shadows as if he was about to devour her.
She swallowed loudly and sat down facing the table this time, leaning forward. Aemond had to go to the other side to take a picture of her proper profile. The skull was placed on top of the books and was supposed to be reflected in the mirror. She rested one hand on her chin, the other on her skull, staring straight ahead.
"Lean more forward. Yes, exactly." He said.
She shivered as she heard him walking towards her. His hand grabbed her hand, the one that was on the skull. She opened her mouth slightly feeling his touch, felt the space between her thighs tighten, all wet. He moved her fingers slightly away from the object.
“In the painting, she barely touches that skull. She rests her fingertips on it." He said, trying to gently put her fingers in the right position. She felt her hand tremble. Aemond must have felt it, but he said nothing. He pulled away from her, studying her form from a distance.
"Good. Look more forward, not down. Yes, stay like that." He said and she heard the shutter sound again. Aemond must have changed the previous candle for a new one. He took a few more close-up shots and ordered them to go to the final setting.
She stood up again, feeling her legs tremble. She realized with embarrassment that she was aroused, her wetness literally dripping down her thighs.
She tried not to look at him as she shifted her position, sitting sideways to the table again. She rested her face on her elbow, looking to the side, her other hand resting on the skull in her lap.
Aemond took the mirror away and placed several thick books on the table instead. Her lips quivered as she felt him standing behind her, slide her shirt off her shoulders, letting it drop just a few more millimeters and her nipples would be visible. She felt herself hot and swallowed hard, feeling beads of sweat on her neck.
She looked pleadingly at him as she saw him kneel down in front of her and lift the fabric of her skirt, so that her bare knees were visible. She knew that was exactly what the figure in the painting looked like, but the way he touched her made her whole body tremble. She thought she had never felt anything like this before in her life.
Aemond didn't look at her. She thought he was going to get up and move away, but he didn't. She stifled a moan and swallowed hard as she felt his hand brush over her bare knee and calf.
He leaned down slowly and kissed gently the bare skin of her thigh. She wondered, staring at him with her mouth parted if this was really happening. Her hot core pulsed around nothing at the sight, and she felt her nipples harden.
She felt his hand slowly return from her calf up to her knee, moving to her thigh, rubbing her hot skin with his thumb. She watched in disbelief as his fingers lifted her skirt higher and pushed aside the delicate fabric of her underwear.
"Jesus." He whispered to himself, staring in wonder and delight at the space between her thighs, all hot and wet. His thumb ran over her entrance, dripping with her juices. She threw her head back and, unable to stop herself, moaned softly.
He leaned over her wordlessly, his lips brushing her entrance as if he were kissing her lips. She shivered with pleasure, moaned loudly, involuntarily raising her hand from skull towards his hair. She started to breathe louder when she heard him undo the belt of his pants.
Her hips began to move involuntarily towards his face as she felt the gentle caresses of his tongue. He teased her with it, not inserting it all the way, licking everything that came out of her. They both started panting, all she could hear the wet click of his tongue and the quick, mechanical movements of his hand somewhere below her.
She had never been so turned on before in her life. The silence that reigned around them, the darkness and the light of the candle made her feel that this was not really happening. She thought it was some blissful dream that she would soon wake up from.
She sobbed as she felt his tongue quicken, pressing against the top wall of her hot core, massaging it where she felt the most pleasure. She thought with horror that she was about to come on his face, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her thighs responded greedily to his caresses, wanting to feel him more and deeper.
Her breathing became ragged. She drew in a deep breath and froze, her mouth slightly parted. After a second, she threw her head to the side and moaned loudly, coming so hard she felt dizzy, squeezed her eyes shut, her body convulsed. She heard his muffled groan.
He shivered all over, panting heavily, his hand suddenly released, his tongue thoroughly licking everything that came out of her. They were both panting and purring softly, delighted with what they had experienced.
Aemond gently moved away from her and grabbed the fabric of her skirt, pulling it back over her thighs as before. He got up slowly, wiping his mouth, quickly zipping up his pants. She saw drops of cum on his hand out of the corner of her eye.
He wiped his hand on the fabric on the table and reached for the camera. He looked at her through the lens as if nothing had happened.
"Good. Now you look like Mary Magdalene who deserves penance." He purred contentedly. "Lay back down just like in the painting."
She felt her whole body still tremble from the unearthly orgasm she had experienced. She shifted in her chair, swallowing loudly, and rested her head on her elbow, hiding her face in shame in her trembling hand.
"Yes. Keep your eyes on the flame. Don't purse your lips so tight." He said calmly and she did as he asked, loosening her lips slightly. She heard the sounds of the camera shutter. Aemond took a series of photos of her. He lowered the camera, staring at her with a mixture of admiration, lust, and desire.
"Perfect."
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Thank you so much for such a warm welcome to the first part. Here's part two. If you want to be tagged, leave a comment below. ♥
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Flóra Borsi - Photographer Model 3
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Flóra Borsi is a fine art photographer from Budapest, Hungary. Her photography focuses on surreal photo manipulation which explore atmospheric and fantasy dreams, identity, relationships and emotions. Her ethereal aesthetic often features her face hiding behind the eye of an animal. This questions female representation and her relationship with body and self.
Analysis:
Left photo: The lighting for this photo feels very soft and airbrushed, as if a diffuser has been used to soften the light. There is a soft radius of light behind her head which creates a vignette or a gradient outwards. The main compositional elements are the makeup, the hair and the puffin bird. She has intentionally matched her pinkish skin tone, orange makeup and grey hair to seamlessly match the puffin. The photo feels very surreal, dreamlike and fantastical.
Middle photo: The lighting for this is sharper with deeper shadows on her neck and collarbone. There is less of a radial background light and the background is darker and flatter. The main compositional elements are the fish, her skin and her floating her. The fantasy is heightened with the floating hair to create an atmosphere of being underwater. Her hair colour is a soft ashy colour which matches the bronze colour of the fish, and the movement matches the tails and fins.
Right photo: The lighting is airbrushed and soft on her skin. Her shoulder is turned to the camera to create depth and
My findings:
References:
Flora Borsi | Biography | Lanoue Gallery. (2022). Lanouegallery.com. https://lanouegallery.com/artist/Flora_Borsi/biography/#:~:text=Flora%20Borsi%20is%20an%20award,%2C%20relationships%2C%20emotions%20and%20dreams.
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Female Mannequin - Female Dress Form Wheel Base Mannequin Store Display Dummy Mannequin Dummy Model Hanger Dress Kurti Display Stand (Large)
Female Mannequin – Female Dress Form Wheel Base Mannequin Store Display Dummy Mannequin Dummy Model Hanger Dress Kurti Display Stand (Large)
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Includes round metal base with matching neck cap | Easy to adjust the height by pressing a foot pedalIncludes round metal base with matching neck cap | Easy to adjust the height by pressing a foot pedalFully pin-able form which means it’s great for sewing, yet aesthetic enough to be used for display, photography, or sewing projectsPerfect for women’s tops, bottoms,…
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🔺DREAM OF FREEDOM In Conceptual & Erotic style _ photo: © Stephen photographer Model: Fatemeh _ In modern usage, hijab refers to headcoverings worn by Muslim wom- en. While Islamic headcoverings can come in many forms, hijab often specifically refers to a cloth wrapped around the head and neck, covering the hair but leaving the face visible. The term ḥijāb was originally used to denote a partition, a curtain, or was used generally for the Islamic rules of modesty and dress for females. This is the usage in the verses of the Qur’an, in which the term hijab re- fers to a curtain separating visitors to Muhammad’s main house from his wives’ residential lodgings. This has led some to claim that the mandate of the Qur’an applied only to the wives of Muhammad, and not to entirety of women.Another interpretation can also refer to the seclusion of wom- en from men in the public sphere, whereas a metaphysical dimension may refer to “the veil which separates man, or the world, from God”.The term for headscarf in the Quran is khimār. _ #دختران_خیابان_انقلاب #حجاب #حجاب_اجباری #نه_به_حجاب_اجباری #نه_به_اجبار #ایران_من #حجاب_اجباری #نه_به_خشونت_علیه_زنان #آزادی_بیان #ازادی #آزادی_ایران #چهارشنبه_های_سفید #حجاب_بی_حجاب #ایران #تهران #iranian_photography #i̇ran #hijab #photoconcept #photoconcept_bnw #photographie #photomodel #conceptual #concept #conceptualphotography #freedom #dreamoffreedom #freedomofexpression #i̇slam #islamic #tehran (at Tehran, Iran) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPd7S_Nm8d/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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In this image, we see a black and white portrait of a female model. She is wearing a black shirt, that appears to be a long sleeved, while revealing her shoulder and her long neck, and adorned with a necklace, while her hair pulled back into a ponytail. The chain of her necklace appears long, the top half of the chain is visible while the rest descends deep under her shirt. The photo appears to have been taken during a professional photoshoot, as the background is plain and simple. The model's face and bare shoulders takes up most of the frame, allowing us to see her features in great detail.
Her expression is serious yet alluring, with her lips slightly parted and her eyebrows arched. We can also see that she has blonde hair, which adds another layer of contrast to the overall monochromatic aesthetic of the photo.
The photographer has captured the model from just above shoulder level, giving us an intimate view of her neck and shoulders. The revealing cut of her shirt highlights her graceful shoulders and elegant long neck. Notice the subtle touch of sophistication with a delicate necklace, its chain resting neatly around her neck and on her chest before gracefully cascading beneath her shirt. A hidden secret lies within, a pendant cloaked in complete darkness, that's nestled between skin and fabric, and never to see any light.
Her long, delicate necklace rests subtly against her skin, all the while the pendant she wears is mysteriously concealed within the dark depths of her shirt. She wears it as if it's an essential part of her, leaving us intrigued and longing for more.
This angle also allows us to appreciate the intricate details of her hairstyle and clothing - both elements are simple yet elegant, all the while keeping the mysterious aura.
Despite being shot in black and white, there are still subtle variations in color present in this image. The dominant colors are grey and black, but we can also spot hints of brown in the model's hair and blue-grey tones on the wall behind her.
Overall, this photograph exudes sophistication and beauty through its subject matter as well as its composition. It offers viewers an up-close look while showcasing their talent for capturing striking portraits through photography techniques such as lighting, angles, and framing.
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