It’s not just about the show—it’s that wired feeling right before it starts. The hush before the first chord, the heat in the room, everyone leaning forward like something’s about to break loose. That’s where I live when I shoot music. In the sweat, the surge, the blur of a body mid-stage dive or a singer locking eyes with the front row. Whether it’s a packed-out festival or some half-lit punk basement, I’m chasing the noise, the motion, the soul of it all—trying to freeze what it felt like, not just what it looked like.

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