The dark, dramatic mood of film noir is evident in the photography it inspires. We immediately feel the vulnerability of our subject as he is presented to us partially exposed, his arms drawn close in a fetal, shielding way, alluding to both his naivete as well as the experience-driven need for self-preservation.
The contrasting shadows of the folded curtain behind him evoke the unknown; who lurks in the background, what fate awaits our muse?
The juxtaposition of the Japanese snack cookies with--what the f*ck? Why is there Pocky in this picture? And, sweet baby Jesus, is that one up his nose? You can't snort a cookie. It goes in your mouth. At least Twizzlers Guy had it right. And he had a shirt. Forget all that bull crap I just said. I have no freaking idea what is going on here.
I need a drink.
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