the accidental rockstar

sometimes, the best portraits aren’t planned. they just happen when the light is low, the atmosphere is thick with stories, and a stranger catches your eye. this man sat on a bench on paseo del borne in palma, the soft hum of post-sunset conversations around him. his face, framed by a long, majestic beard, held a certain defiance—rockstar energy, effortless cool, and an edge of mystery. his double sunglasses? an unapologetic flex that perfectly matched his vibe. it’s not about perfection; it’s about presence. enjoy the moment.