I was in Paris when I caught this moment. The guy looked striking, framed by the repeating pattern of bicycles that instantly pulled me in. What sealed it was the cigarette balanced between his fingertips. It had that casual elegance you only ever see in Paris, the kind of cool that feels effortless but impossible to fake.

This is the kind of shot I chase. A simple street scene that turns into something cinematic the second you stop to really look.