A Guiding Map on White Silk

Album NO.673

Description

You stand at her doorway. She is just leaning against her desk, perhaps lost in some distant thought. But that action is a sentence for her white silk pants. They are pushed aside by her hip, stretched to the limit, creating a dazzling highlight that runs from her waist down her thigh. The pink ao dai hangs down like a soft waterfall, only accentuating that tortured, pristine white territory. Your mind screams. You want to walk over, place your hand on the inanimate white desk, and then slowly move your fingers, letting them 'accidentally' slide onto that glossy, taut surface. She doesn't know. And that is precisely what makes this moment a forbidden treasure.