less than true grit
I’ve always loved the gritty realism of black and white street photography, but it wasn’t until I came across a certain collection of Lee Jeffries’ homeless photographs that I was truly inspired to try the style out myself. While I had none of the beautiful, aged intensity of this Jeffries subject at my fingertips, I managed to find a model closer to home.
And if my little brother doesn’t have wrinkles naturally, it didn’t take long to engineer some.
I love how this kind of post-processing brings out every individual freckle and scar.
I also love that child’s smile.
And his more contemplative moods.
Or perhaps it is just him I love, with his quirky sense of humor, and his steadfast belief that I am the coolest of big sisters. With his amazing geography knowledge that easily bests mine, and his beautiful voice and his wild imagination.
I defy even Lee Jeffries to find a better model.