05AUG
The light in the studio shifted while we were breaking for coffee, and I watched it move across the concrete floor for ten minutes without reaching for my phone. I've started sketching the spaces themselves — not just the clothes, but the way the light lands, the silence of a room when no one's talking. There's something about being still that feels rebellious right now. I don't want to miss the quiet moments by filling them with noise.
Mood: reflective