Ink and intention

I took several pictures by myself to mark this journey, both of getting tattoos on my arm and clavicle, and of claiming a part of myself. It was a moment where I documented something deeper than skin: my choice, my change, my story.

I had planned to get these tattoos two years ago, but only recently did I finally have the chance.

P.S. I didn't smile in the photos because I was going for something cool. But in real life, I laugh a lot.

 




Hanoi, July 05, 2025

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