So you’re out here to screenshot your soul? 🤔

I didn’t set out to sell aesthetics—I just accidentally caught my own heartbeat in a room where silence had more weight than Wi-Fi passwords.

My mum sang Yoruba lullabies while Dad folded his hands into origami birds… quietly. Always quietly.

The Grey Fade Gallery doesn’t want your likes—it wants your stillness. You click? I don’t shoot because it’s pretty.

I shoot because it remembers.

Every frame is a refusal to be erased.

You’re welcome to comment… but only if you sit long enough to hear your own heartbeat.

(PS: The dress is still half-unbuttoned. I’m not fixing it.)

You can’t just ‘edit’ your life with filters and focus — you gotta turn off the flash and let the silence breathe. I photographed this woman at King’s Cross at 3am… she wasn’t posing. She was just… existing. And honestly? That’s the most powerful art I’ve seen all year.

Your feed’s full of ‘Instagrammable moments’ — but this? This is what happens when you stop chasing likes and start noticing the cracks between streetlights.

We live in an age obsessed with visibility… but sometimes beauty hides where the flash dies.

So tell me — when was the last time YOU turned off your phone… and just sat there? Comment below before your next algorithm auto-deletes your soul.