Not every portrait needs a face.
Sometimes the details carry more truth — the braid down the back, the cut of a shirt, the brim of a hat shaped by long days outside. These are the lines and gestures that tell you as much about a person as their eyes.
In the West, presence isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always need to announce itself. Sometimes the power is in the silhouette — in the way someone holds themselves, how they lean against a fence, how their shadow falls at dusk.
This frame is part of my Silver Gelatin Series, a body of low key black-and-white studies I’ve been shaping for release later this year. The series isn’t about spectacle — it’s about the essentials. The pared-down truths you see when everything else falls into shadow.
