A young man leans casually against a metal railing on a high-rise rooftop, shot mid-frame with an off-center crop cutting just below his knees. The hazy late afternoon sky casts flat, natural light over concrete underfoot, shadows soft and diffused. Behind him, distant city buildings and HVAC units blur softly, their outlines punctuating the urban skyline. A breeze lifts and billows the edge of his deep red silk shirt, slightly unbuttoned to reveal chunky silver chains and faint chest skin texture. He wears oversized retro black sunglasses that obscure his expression, and a fitted black blazer with worn creases hugging his shoulders.
His light-washed flared jeans sit low on his hips, cinched with a vintage leopard-print scarf belt, the fabric faded, wrinkled, and worn. Dark red pointy cowboy boots peek beneath, scuffed and creased. His rocker-style mullet hair is messy, with oily roots and uneven lengths tousled by the breeze. Exposed hands rest loosely on the railing, skin showing natural pores, redness, and faded knuckle tattoos. His head tilts away from camera, posture relaxed but dramatic, captured with unpolished immediacy typical of an iPhone photo—grainy, candid, and thick with gritty glam rock revival energy.