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She didn’t set out to find magic.
The meadow was familiar tall grass bending in the breeze, soft petals scattered like secrets on the earth, sunlight filtering through the trees in quiet ribbons of gold. It was a place she often wandered when the world felt too loud. A place meant for stillness.
But that morning, something was different.
Nestled among the wildflowers, waiting as if it had always belonged there, was the Iris Dress.
When she slipped it on, the meadow seemed to recognize her. The fabric moved gently with every breath, light and natural, as though it had been woven from petals and morning air. The dress didn’t demand attention it whispered, blooming softly in the presence of nature.
Each step felt slower, more intentional. Time stretched. The grass brushed against her skin, flowers leaned closer, and the forest watched in quiet approval. Legends say the Iris Dress was made for those who listen to the land, to their hearts, to the magic hidden in ordinary moments.
She hadn’t gone searching for wonder.
She simply paused long enough to let it find her.
Some magic doesn’t sparkle or shout.
Some magic grows quietly… in a meadow.
🌿 mekaci – Iris Dress
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For the dreamers.
For the wanderers.
For the girl who found magic where the flowers grow. ✨🌸
The night drew close, stars whispering secrets as the moon watched in quiet reverence. Clouds parted slowly, revealing a face sculpted from moonlight and shadow, timeless and untouchable. She did not hide from the dark. She was shaped by it.
Her skin glowed like pale starlight, smooth and luminous, kissed by a spectral sheen that felt almost unreal. Soft yet powerful, every contour carried an otherworldly calm. The phantom markings traced across her face like ancient runes, delicate lines that seemed to breathe with her, shifting subtly as if alive. This is the magic of ✦ BeSpoke Phantom Skin & Tattoo ✦, where beauty is not applied but awakened.
Her eyes held the deepest spell of all. Vast and haunting, they shimmered with celestial light, reflecting the moon above and the shadows below. One glance was enough to feel pulled into their depth, caught between dream and darkness. ✦ BeSpoke Phantom Eyes ✦ do not simply complete a look, they command it, drawing the viewer into a quiet moment of stillness where time forgets to move.
Together, the skin, tattoos, and eyes tell a story of balance. Light and shadow existing as one. A presence that feels ancient yet impossibly alive. She stands beneath the stars not as a creature of fear, but of power, grace, and quiet mystery.
This is not just an appearance.
This is an aura.
This is BeSpoke.
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Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't hold on to me
Wonder what's wrong with me
[Chorus]
Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow
From: ENCHANTMENT Frostbitten
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DRESS;
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xoxo
What I've Felt, What I've Known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free. never me
So I dub thee Unforgiven
You Label me, I label you
So I dub thee Unforgiven
METALICA - The Inforgiven
A woman as an exotic, plumed bird walking in a surreal, dark world with skirts cascading behind her
model: me
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self-portrait
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Portrait of a woman in a white gown with butterflies nested on her veil.
model: me
floral border: Amanda Diaz
Sometimes it happens that Art works live their own life despite the fact that Artist brought Art work to live. This is what happened with this Art work for me, it was developing on it's own, and it was quite fun to see how it was evolving all the way I was creating it. Enjoy :) Truly yours, Yuliya
High resolution fragments can be seen on my blog: Golden Section
Celebrating #EnchantedAsianDay with my friend @janice.kya
This photo is inspired by @jessica_drossin 's soft ambience portraits, evoking a magical realm created by simple ingredients - humans and nature.
This spring has been strange for me. I came back from a journey in Japan.
I came back to a world unfolding before me, brimming with rapid ideations and AI creations.
I am talking to young college graduates who are lost, confused, unable to find passion in their jobs.
I want to use this photo, to remind me, of a simpler narrative.
My greatest wish, is to just sit here with you, watching sunrise, sunset, embracing low tide, high tide, observing passersby appear, disappear.
My simplest joy, my simplest desire, my simplest love - is to hold your hand in this moment.
A moment of our own sacred space, untouched by the distractions of the outside world.
Model: @janice.kya
Color toned with Inferno and Iris from @the.colorlab
Butterflies: Butterfly overlays by @jessica_drossin
Photography @jajasgarden
Fantasy portrait of a woman surrounded by jellyfish
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DUPLICATE (from the 'old' SDXL Selfie Lora)
TEXT ONLY with my 'New Trained Selfie Lora' based on Flux
I am practising for Fasching
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The colorful world of Fritz Hundertwasser, a trip with his ship 'Regentag', semi- abstract face of a wonderworld creature as in a vision by artist Otto Rapp in Bogomil's Universe | 'The Inner Life of the Artist Otto Rapp his Alternate Reality in Bogomils Universe; macrocosmic reflection, intricately detailed,; Hieronymus Bosch, imperial colors, fantasy, International Gothic, oil painting, mysterious, cryptid taxidermy"
(Background photo of the forest by "Zengxiao Lin" on Unsplash!)
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Zengxiao's page on Unsplash: unsplash.com/@linzengxiao
Happy Halloween!
ft. My photogenic dog, and the other one who was not as amused to have his picture taken...
If there´s one thing I wish I could change about myself, it would be to get rid of my extreme fear of flying. There are so many places I'd like to visit and so many things I'd like to see in real life and not just in photos & videos.
But hey, atleast I'm being kind to nature in one of the most effective ways by not flying all the time..
Also, I mean, there's no stopping me from travelling & discovering new places in my photography though hehe! ;)
(Original background photo by Kirill on Unsplash!)
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Warming up for this year's "Mermay"!
If you don't like mermaids, you'll probably want to unfollow me until May is over.. 😂
(Original background photo by Zachary Spears on Unsplash)
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Zachary's page on Unsplash: unsplash.com/@zachspears
model: Alyssa
portrait of Leanan Sidhe
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A Gothic fashioned woman stands at the edge of a portal she has magically opened
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I've had this creepy recurring dream a few times over the last years..
I'm at my grandmother's house standing in one of her windows, and I suddenly see something emerging from the dark forest. Strange creatures with animal masks covering their faces. As I move from room to room, to window to window, I realize that they're slowly moving closer to the house, towards me. But whenever I stand still and look at them, they don't move, they just stop right in their tracks and look back at me.
That's as far as I've ever gotten into this dream, and I think I'm pretty happy about that...
(Original background photo by Florian Rieder on Unsplash)
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This time of year is always so bittersweet for me..
There are lovely things about these months:
The new, colorful world is extremely beautiful, Halloween is around the corner, it's mushroom season (yay), and we can finally put on our cozy warm sweaters..
But seeing nature "die" in a way, and knowing that we have several months of cold and darkness ahead, also always takes a toll on me.
But I always try my best to keep my spirit up and focus only on the positive things ahead, in order to rise, and not fall along with the leaves..