A tall, bald man in a black t-shirt, shiny black pants, and red sneakers stands by a graffiti-covered wall and canal at night.

A clearly adult, good-looking Caucasian man, aged 26–29, stands alone by a neglected urban canal in the early hours before dawn. He is extremely tall — about 6'4" — and unsettlingly slim, with a narrow, wiry build - no muscle, not athletic, not gym build. His figure is striking: elongated, angular, almost ethereal, like a fashion illustration, a male catwalk model, or a character from a graphic novel. He leans casually against a crumbling, graffiti-covered brick wall — one shoulder back, one foot cocked forward, arms at his sides, his head turned slightly toward the camera. His shaved blonde head and hollow cheeks give him a soft, sculptural intensity. His brown eyes lock with the viewer’s — calm, unreadable, quietly defiant. He wears a tight black T-shirt clinging to his thin torso, and jet black vinyl combat trousers — high-gloss with multiple pockets and sharp creases that catch the light. The pants end above his ankles, revealing white socks and bright red Nike lifestyle trainers with a bold, chunky design. Tattoos wrap around his forearms and neck — black ink fragments, abstract and minimal. The backdrop is raw: peeling concert posters, weeds forcing up through broken pavement, piles of scattered rubbish. A low mist hangs over the cracked tarmac and canal edge. The pale moonlight mixes with the dying glow of a nearby streetlamp, painting long, slanted shadows across the wall. The camera stands two meters back, full-body view. The whole scene feels unguarded, and See more