You’ve been showing several pictures lately of people with their backs turned towards the camera. The cyclist, the girl turned into the corner, the woman getting photographed by the friend, and now this.
This photo reminds me of West Side Story, one of my favorite movies. He vould be a Jet, of course !
I love photographs with people’s backs to the camera, so mysterious, we have to use our imagination……
it’s an “all american” look. the bluejeans, white tee, and converse – low-brow, high-brow, traditional, punk, rock, c&w, hardcore, even none of those at all…. it’s a timeless look and i’m loving it here!
Loving the New Wave/punk vibe in some of the recent shots.
(And cut-up t-shirts are the best thing ever in the summer. I have a few shirts waiting impatiently to be de-sleeved so they can hit the streets…)
Brilliant contrasts – halo of hair but spiked; clean white Tshirt but inside out; one cuff neat and other rumpled; white Converse with grubby soles; ambiguous religious references (SAINT JEROME – FORGIVE) and gritty urban graffiti; cleaned-off blackboard and cluttered signature marks in paint on wall – lots of horizontals and verticals with a diagonal tilt to the composition; action revealed and concealed.
Very cool and natural look. Though I’m really tired of reading comments of people complaining about the cigarette. Ok it’s unhealthy and I’m sure he’s aware of that. Just like we are all aware that drinking alcohol or eating meat every day, or practicing no sport, etc, are bad for health too.
Anyway, I totaly agree about the fact that this guy is a Jet ! Love it.
Indeed, this is a very timeless look. This picture could be 40 years old. It is also a very international photo – could as well be London/Berlin/Amsterdam. I love the whole atmosphere of the photo, the background graffiti (really? St Jerome – Forgive?) and I respect his “I don’t give a sh*t” attitude.
And btw, a great idea here not to show the face – more mystery for us readers.
Comments are priceless! Was painting the bar that day. Shot literally 15 minutes after I woke up; there’s a coffee sweating behind my knee on the standpipe. If Scott had rode by an hour later I’d have been covered in dark purple paint…
this is a fantastic example of how style is something which you carry inside, something that can be instinctive. this guy probably woke up after night of heavy partying, bringing out his baquiat spirit on the street, and still managing to look great&sexy&stylish&”fresh” with his inside-out tee and muddy sneakers. grungy, artsy and chic at the same time. BRAVO!