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The overhead lights buzz softly, the kind of sound you stop noticing after the first hour on set. The studio is painted in seamless turquoise—floor to ceiling—a color chosen not for its symbolism but for its clean contrast against his skin and shorts. They called the shoot Boy in Blue, even though he’s technically in white. It didn’t matter. The name stuck, like a brand before the boy inside it even knew what it meant.
He shifts his weight between his feet, sneakers squeaking faintly against the vinyl flooring. The photographer kneels, angling up. “Look here,” she says, tapping the lens. “Eyes. Hold the lean.”
He leans.
It’s a calculated posture now—shoulders forward, abs flexed, that faint look of moody detachment he’s been told makes him look editorial. But there’s a flicker beneath it all. A subtle tension in his jaw, like he’s holding something back. Not discomfort exactly—he’s used to being looked at—but maybe a sliver of curiosity. Or uncertainty. Maybe both.
This isn’t his first shoot, but it feels different. Less like playing dress-up, more like stepping into someone else’s projection of him. The set is minimal, the styling stripped down to highlight him—the subject. The commodity.
Between takes, a stylist tugs at the waistband of his shorts, adjusting the drawstring. He chuckles awkwardly, raising his arms so she can work. “You good?” the assistant asks, handing him a bottle of water. He nods.
They’re already calling him the boy in blue. There’s an Instagram draft queued. Edits being rendered. The image will cycle across portfolios and mood boards, eventually winding its way to an ad campaign or a casting deck. He’ll be pinned to a feeling: summer, temptation, innocence, youth.
But in this moment—this tiny sliver of stillness between shutter clicks—he’s just standing there, barefoot in his sneakers, wondering what it means to become someone else’s idea of beauty.
And maybe, just maybe, wondering if he gets to decide who he is after the lens stops looking.
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