Everything Real, All at Once
There’s no way to plan for a moment like this. I was walking through Havana in that late golden hour when the sun got low and warm and the streets almost held still. She sat there, bare feet, focused on a sandwich, utterly unaware of the perfect light spilling across her face and the wall behind her.
The colours were already there. The textures, the soft pastel decay, the slight lean of the chair—nothing was posed. That’s what made it worth capturing. The image didn’t need direction; it required patience.
As a fine art print, this one’s quiet at first. But the longer you stay with it, the more it opens up. The contrast between innocence and architecture. Between the fleeting and the fixed. You feel the weight of the space and the lightness of her presence inside it.
See why this unscripted moment became one of my most grounded portraits →
