A painfully thin young man stands wedged between two cold metal railings on a cramped apartment balcony, just wider than a doorway. The shot is mid-close with a slight tilt, captured on an iPhone using flash to cast harsh artificial light that reflects off the tiled wall and aluminum bars. His bleached platinum blonde hair hangs forward in wet, clumped strands obscuring most of his face, unwashed and chaotic. He slouches with his cigarette hand hanging limp beyond the railing, pale fingers faintly dirty. The black paint beneath his feet is chipped and grimed, grounding the raw, claustrophobic scene.
He wears a wrinkled black blazer with sleeves slightly pushed up revealing a plain white tee half-tucked into black coated skinny jeans with dusted, worn streaks and crinkles. A pair of black sunglasses is stuffed inside the blazer lapel. His black leather boots, scuffed and stiff, hug his ankles tightly. Faint tattoos snake across both hands, while a lighter outline is visible in the pocket. His skin reveals visible pores, subtle redness, and natural imperfections under the flash's stark glow. The whole frame feels unposed and immediate, capturing the grimy indie sleaze aesthetic in authentic iPhone style.