NO.169 Red Train

Inside the red retro train carriage, light and shadow are dappled. She wears a deep black lace slip dress, leaning against the wooden window frame, her slightly turned face bathed in a warm tone by the afterglow of the sunset. Her moist lips and disheveled hair reveal a tension of being confined yet inviting resistance. The narrow carriage space compresses her figure, making it even fuller, while the texture of the leather seat contrasts sharply with her delicate skin. The air seems to still carry an ambiguous scent mixed with rails and roses. Every frame is like a flowing dark fairy tale, full of taboo and temptation.

Chun Momo