CALEB
It begins with Caleb.
Light didn’t just find Caleb — it followed him.
He steps off the set with something grounded, something real. Portrait moments where shadows aren’t hiding, they’re sculpting. Fashion bleeds into identity. The look, the way his eyes hold the frame, not demanding but impossible to miss.
This isn’t spectacle. It’s precision. Texture in the skin. Edge in the lighting. Breath between poses.
Caleb, not just framed — but defined.
