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@slightlycaptivated

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Author & image maker; Sentimentalist by trade
stills, motion, lighting
NYC ↔️ LA

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Demo reel consisting of my (beauty/fashion) video work for @randytran.photography

A tremendous and warm thank you to everyone that had been involved in the process. You are all the real mvp’s 🤙 (I will dig my old emails for call sheets and tag). by @slightlycaptivated

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2 years ago

Ikki Tousen - Ryomou cosplay by @yunmago by @slightlycaptivated

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11 days ago

Shimei Ryomou (make up) by @yunmago taken in New York City by @slightlycaptivated

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a month ago

Soft glam w/ @ohitsjackieho, MUA: @willieh.mua taken in Brooklyn, New York by @slightlycaptivated

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a month ago

Test shoot from earlier this year
Model & direction: @loevangelist
MUA: @glambycandi by @slightlycaptivated

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a month ago

Thank you for putting me in place and reminding me this is where I choose to be
Material: slouched calf leather boot, out-of-practice rope.

Assist: @markjaysonquines by @slightlycaptivated

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3 months ago

I’d walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes

These soles are useless without you

Materials: original boot owner, leather sole/(my) soul worn down from many first dates — many more last dates, cigarettes we shared together.

Assist: @markjaysonquines by @slightlycaptivated

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3 months ago

keep things clean and wear protection; the heart is a fragile organ that’s easily stained. Somehow, rot finds home in our chest before we realize it, just like dirt invading beneath finger nails. “When did I get so dirty?” Perhaps when I let you in and left the myself open too long.
Material: bar soap, condoms, supplements, bubble wrap, dirt, acrylic

Photo assist: @markjaysonquines by @slightlycaptivated

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3 months ago

After being gored and hollowed out by machine and having my blood replaced with gasoline, I still believe in the healing power of love taken in 臺北市立美術館 Taipei Fine Arts Museum by @slightlycaptivated

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5 months ago

I’m fighting drowsiness and the lethargy that begs me to fall asleep. To fall in love. It does me no good after midnight where the spell of temptation harps and hums a purring melody softer than the sound of my name. I wish to write back, unfiltered and without hesitation. “You” deserve no second guessing. So as I battle these armies of sheep that demand me of sleep, I command this last strip of lucidity before I am drowned in their wool. It’s so soft. Warm. Just like you. I can’t go back to where you are. I’m needed elsewhere, despite how much I love you. Don’t forgive me.

I’m aware of these changes. I’m becoming unrecognizable under self scrutiny. I disallow myself expression of my truth. But I am held by reins of pursuing pleasure. Nothing that I am does not interest me — and we have shared too much. Too alike.

My words escape me because the moment they are materialized, they lose meaning. Perhaps the quantification of words and feelings are something only helmed by the divine. But I forget the divine is here. I imagine one day that steel will outline my flesh in impenetrable machinery and encase these bones in the immortal shell of circuitry, but words — language, surpasses the original birth and Eden. When flesh decays and the iron casings rust, and the wings are snipped off, there will only be dust. Words cannot ever truly die. Only found again. Perhaps, us among them.

- excerpt from my substack taken in The Noguchi Museum by @slightlycaptivated

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6 months ago

marking (15% energy) a freestyle during these winter delays. (Un)fortunately the socal Filipino never dies at heart. taken in Brooklyn, New York by @slightlycaptivated

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7 months ago

Simple resolutions for 2026 taken in Brooklyn, New York by @slightlycaptivated

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8 months ago