Cubes and fragments were scattered across the studio.
I tried to photograph him in profile, but there was no single profile to find.
Every angle revealed another contradiction: one eye forward, one eye back.
He looked up once and said, “It’s all true, even the lies.”
I snapped the shutter before I could ask what he meant.
I tried to photograph him in profile, but there was no single profile to find.
Every angle revealed another contradiction: one eye forward, one eye back.
He looked up once and said, “It’s all true, even the lies.”
I snapped the shutter before I could ask what he meant.