A man perched on a planter box mid-turn, a woman in near-silhouette scrolling her phone below.Rim-lit profile on a low wall, legs crossed above a louvred vent and a street sign.A figure stretched flat on the grass, arms folded behind the head, boots crossed in the air.A man descending a curved stairwell wall, his shadow thrown huge across the render.Backlit figure leaning on a glass rail above the street, sunglasses catching the light.A tow-hook and chain in the foreground, a civic billboard reading BRISBANE FOR EVERYONE behind.A man haloed in cigarette smoke, standing alone before a lit WELCOME sign.An empty curved road at dusk, headlight glare the only source of light.A bearded man hunched forward on steps, elbows on knees, glasses in hand.A man in profile smoking, a grand sandstone building and palm tree filling the frame behind him.A woman's hair blurred across the foreground, a small crowd seated on ledges beyond.Three office workers flat on their backs on the lawn, a fourth just sitting up behind them.A figure lying curled with a cap over the face, a war memorial and seated onlookers behind.One figure seated with a dog, another lying flat with only boots and folded hands visible.A man silhouetted over his phone beside a row of perforated bins, a seated woman further back.A near-black frame — a lit sliver of wall, sign, and bollard cutting the only visible edge.A figure curled on the ground using a bag as a pillow, two women seated on a low wall behind.A man leaning back on steps, arms spread, face tipped up into full sun.A seated woman's silhouette raising a hand to her hair, half-swallowed by hard shadow.A dark silhouette filling the right of frame, a wide city intersection opening up beyond.A woman eating from a takeaway container, seated against a sandstone wall, legs stretched out.A man eating alone on a low wall, a line of pedestrians crossing a sunlit path behind him.The Colour Leaves the Eye · 01/22
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A Brisbane CBD lunch hour, shot hard against the midday sun — office workers stretched out on lawns, silhouetted on ledges, smoking in doorways, eating on their own on steps and walls. The light is high-contrast enough that faces disappear and posture becomes the whole subject: bodies collapsed flat on grass, a man leaning back into the sun with arms spread, a woman turned half away over her lunch. Monochrome, heavy blacks; a city's worth of people resting in the same square without quite touching each other.
